I once met a boy,
With pale, white skin,
Who told me of the secrets,
He held deep within,
Of the long bloody battles,
That tainted his heart,
Throwing caution to the wind,
His life fell apart,
As he told me his story,
It ended like this,
If not for a certain girl,
He wouldn't exist.
-The Poetic Human
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I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Kairi. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks