Words have meanings,
When its purpose it meets.
They are the Tragedies,
When it's the pain it treats.
They are the Elegies,
When it's the death it bleats.
They are the Comedies,
When it's the happiness it greets.
Words have purpose,
When its feelings it meets.
When they talk of the silent retreats,
When it the emotion completes
When it sings in the defeats.
Words have beauty
When its true passion it meets.
Like the two people's silent heartbeats,
Like a beautiful melody that repeats.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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