Wings of white,
Face and body just right,
Outgoing and nice;
But inside was all ice.
She lies her way,
through every single day.
Life constantly blurry,
So that others would not worry.
Wings rotting inside;
always wishing she could hide,
but she just smiles and carries on;
lying behind a broken song.
Even angels deserve to die;
but without them would we even try?
She knows people expect her to survive,
but even angels deserve to die....
Even angels, deserve to die For though immortal, they cry And who do they have to share fears Only God can comfort their broken tears. Even angels deserve to live Though they live their lives just to give War, and death is their daily encounter. For men rarely call them unless they suffer. Even angels know great sorrow Some really wish not to see the 'morrow But angels know tomorrow 'may' not be the same Better or worst, smiles or tears, angels stay in game... Hang in there, Angel.
Awww...Very good I love this one. 10++ From me -Brie
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I would like to translate this poem
Payyton, you are truly gifted with creativity. Your imagery is always flawless.