The light found its way through the curtains,
but it seemed she’d gone by then
Carrying her shoes so her footsteps went unheard.
And they said she came undone on the lawn,
crimson streams across her palms,
always spinning, spinning
Seems the worms had waited forever to whisper in her ears,
to hide her from the morning.
And I’d only seen her once,
but if she gleamed that night with all the same brilliance,
They wrapped the earth so tight that the sun will never find her
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem. Really liked it. Take a look at my poem called, back in time.