Today I walked over those yellow roads
that carry the memories of our footsteps
and those dry eyes of melting emotions
once our hearts were exchanging daily
The way you walk away from my life
I think the best possible way to do so
now those sad eyes have no blood over
only some lights of tranquility and solitude
you were the reason I was pumping blood
you were the prize my open arms infected with
now you don't even remember my face
now our love got absorbed in water of your betrayal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love hate is life my dear..