My thoughts are rainbows, butterflies, ruined by murder.
My soul lies in the in a pond of blood and my eyes are the lilly pads floating above.
The body Filled with nothing but glitter hope and sorrow. Somehow I'm calm.
My heart beats the screams and throbes the brain.....
Who will be saved....
......To be continued
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem