Am broken like yesterday
when i saw myself bleeding
through the mirrior, my
yesterday cries out for pity
for a tomorrow yet unseen
the sun set to sing the
awesome wounders of
nature, yet the rain drops on
the emptness of my soul
my heat beat in awerness
of foot steps, sorrows grips
my pain, tryin to pick my
today form yesterday.
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I would like to translate this poem
This is a great start for you here...enjoyed every line, had to read thru over and again, lovly...and i'll rate it a 10