When she looks outside
What can she smell
Something so wonderful
Disguised as hell
When she hears the wind
What does she feel
A sensational breeze
Her skin starts to peel
When she looks at herself
What does she see
Her body in pain
Unable to breathe
Her world is burning
With each breath she takes
Her soul is dying
With every step she makes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem