SHE was sobbing, becouse of
her private hallucintions,
WEIGHTLESS, she thinks shes
flying into her own shadow,
NOT TRUE, its just the wind.
SHE shows the night her scars,
and smiles, becouse these are
her purple hearts, and her
body shouts, dont forget,
dont forget, for these scars
will remain.
SHE was sobbing, , , , , ,
I could have cried at this one.Really pulls at the heart.I hope that the light stays on, both inside and out.Love Duncan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A DARTING EXAMPLE OF WRENCHING LAMENT...PULLING YOU INTO HER MIND, AS IF YOU WERE WITNESS TO HER SITUATION...GOOD POETS TAKE YOU INTO THEIR WORK...STELLAR POETS TAKE YOU INTO THEIR WORK AND MAKE YOU NOT WANT TO LEAVE...GREAT WRITE...TEN FOR SAFE! ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''~F.J. R.~''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''