A goddess
With long silk hair
A white dress that drapes all over her
And a crown of golden flowers wraps around her temple
She walks through a garden
And stands in a fountain
She lets the water run over her
As she takes the pocket knife she stole
She writes a long line down her wrist
A cut, that opens her skin
Her tears flow, they sparkle like salted water
The noises she makes from her sobs sound breathless
and effortless
But from the cuts on her wrists
She bleeds
Gold
She drops in the water
As the fountain fills with gold
Nobody runs to her
Or tries to help her
They just watch
As the gold overflows
And her minds empties
goddess, garden, fountatin, water, knife, tears, blood, breathlessness, mind emptiness, fear , , you are trying to convey a lot to convey ur theme.. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
She bleeds Gold A terrible poem . But as a poet your description and the visual details of an imaginative mind is marvellous. Thank you for this poem.