Shaky hands
Restless hearts
Withdrawn girls on cold September nights
Insecure about the world
Troubled with doubt
These girls are meteoroids
Seemingly burning bright stars
But truly they are falling from the sky
Not slow nor calm
No they are falling hard
From the heavens
These innocent girls coming down too fast
Burning and destroying themselves as they go
They hit the ground
The colossal holes they will leave on this Earth would ever be able to match the immensity of the holes in their hearts
Poor little September girls
'' Poor little September girls '' - povere piccole ragazze settembrine.. (in Italian) You write to be born in September 21 2000.. really young, but very good already.. Keep on writing, Adrianna and thanks for sharing
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I would like to translate this poem
Not slow nor calm No they are falling hard From the heavens.....very symbolic of depression, of being lost, sadness. a very good poem since it expresses clearly what u wanted. th ankyou. tony