razors flashing
tears in the snow
roses of black
blood turing cold
she stands alone
in the middle of the crowd
finsihing her dance
she takes her last bow
over the sunset
through the darkest night
she signals surrender
and gives up the fight
body on the wind
ashes turned dust
fly free budding angel
fly free, you must
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I would like to translate this poem
I cant express how dang amazing this is, the imagery in so beautiful. you're really good. 'body on the wind ashes turned dust fly free budding angel fly free, you must ' absolutely love that