End is inevitable nor is love
The string of life is a knot
it's filled with dark secrets
we wish to get rid of
In this small walk of sadness
we all look for that one spark
that pushes the agony away
and makes it feel alright
We wait for that one soul that makes feel warm
one, with whom we can play along
with whom we'll have no regrets
and together walk this walk of hatred
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
End is inevitable nor is love The string of life is a knot....you are perfect in this composition definitely. Wise sharing done definitely.10