Screams as a child,
Fears as an adult,
The tears, they run wild,
And are made of tumult,
The wounds from inside,
Are old and well known,
Her scars that reside,
Have stayed til she's grown,
They're haunting,
They're chilling,
They're daunting,
And killing,
Her ebony depths,
The darkest swim,
Has a beautiful end,
Albeit so grim.
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I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice piece of work, Maddy Jones. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.