Dolls are not eternal,
Falling stars, heart broken,
Meteor shapes, earth shaken.
Blue eyed blondes in haven
Leaving gapes thousands of perennial void.
Dancing fairies showcasing charms
In attires best gracing lousy bosoms,
Tinkering blaze with amazing glaze,
Haunting elf in flying spree,
Went off like meteor self.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good one. The images conjure up a different image…nice