From time we begin by meeting first one,
as time walks, one's pluralized to many lives we know.
All are not loved the same as we thought when we begun,
with uncountable forms unfolding uniquely for every bow.
Although love is gazed with warm eyes,
and the word preciously glides off the tongue, beware!
Our synthetic bots brought the mistrust to authentic lives,
carrying lies fed to the honest to mask thier dark affair.
Explosions from built up lies exposed,
as the truth in the end always prevails.
Trust was the need for the peace once balanced, crash as the flames blow,
and our lives spiral in aweful emotion as the storm of betrayal impales.
The ashes of pain still silently falling,
and screams of innocence betrayed has silenced to whispering hums.
We rise up through the ash where our clearing is calling,
'one' time the good with thier evils rebuild, mending the wounds for life to come....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i feel so stupid now