splitting into two,
by thoughts and desires,
I'm in the deserts,
you're in another.
I squeezed a fruit,
which was named as love.
there was joys in the content
more or less sorrows too.
you squeezed another fruit,
but it was my heart.
all what oozed out was my blood...
my blood...red, oh, my life wine!
which traveler will pick up you,
from the ocean of this desert? ! !
and who will save me?
I know this scary night is danger,
I get a sloe, fruit of black-
thorn, to eat......!
I shall reap from here,
to get a new heart,
lieu of what you've broken.
I swear, I will.
its all for you to come to me.
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I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, fayeda. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks