Eyes met with fierce guilt,
Evidently giving away its feelings
That painful eye clearly met with valor.
Giving it a chance for resurgence
But unable to give disregard,
To the cuts that bled.
Waiting for realization
Of the hurt those eyes caused,
Of the drops of blood it shed,
Of the tears it shed.
Yet aware that those guilty eyes
With all its cruelty,
Will never let go of its imperfections
It will hold on to bruises
With intentions to contuse
Innocent, patient eyes that long for love
I really like this poem! Good job, the only way I can think to critique is: >>It will hold on to bruises shouldn't it be 'onto'? That's all I can find (sorry, so helpful, I know) . Besides that the poem is great! I enjoyed reading it!
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I would like to translate this poem
Close your eyes and meditate. Not all things beautiful are nice.