Life is a matter of accecption
Your mind is a theater it replays the reflection of matter
Her emotions flow to the sound of the music she plays
She sits an thinks about what the past has brought her
Love has gone an brought pain an discourgeness
The cry's come and flow's like a quite pond, the ripples develop feeling's creating an void in this women...
Great poem. Nice sentiments. Well crafted.10 kindly read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.
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I would like to translate this poem
You have very well isolated, the true pains of dissapointment. The drifting ripples create such a huge reflection of an every increasing pain. That feeling is true and you have wonderfully penned it to great perfection. Keep writing you are onto greatness! tfs 10/10