The life of a lover a bittersweet dream. Holding on to memories long after they have passed a dream of a better time on such a cold and bitter winter’s day. Salty tears, two souls no longer entwined the dance and the dream will soon end. The once tender love now eroded down to nothing but misery and a place where only silence remains. Yet even now in my despair I think it better to have bore loves sorrow than to have wondered all this time alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem