To Be Stranger to a Lover
To Be A Lover to the stranger
King fall in love to a solitary reaper
I heard once the destiny designed in the Palm by the Lord
I wasn't aware before met you
I was alone
I was desperate
Facing the scorching beam of the life
Wondering in the world lonely
You look at me and came across
Changed my life in a few while
Hidden me inside you
Now I m looking my Palm
Where you were?
Where you are?
Where you will?
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I would like to translate this poem
Farah I understand you, but don't fall to the lines on your palm, erase them with the balm of your eternal clam. Get out be there, on the centre stage, the world is waiting, let the diva make haste.