There she stood
Beside her bed
Hurtful words
Wonders through her head
Red stains
Spattered over her gown
She dashes and dashes
With hurtful sounds
Fears floats among her
As she dashes even more
Her hands are growing weak
She can't take it anymore
Red liquid spatters
All over the walls
As she slowly calls his name
And suddenly falls
Someone unbolts the door
She watches him come in
He laughs and says
'What happen to everything? '
There she stood
With a paint brush on her hand
She dashes and dashes
He'll never understand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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