And Love is a story
which ends in Graves
how fitting then
her zombie tattoo
a clapped out explorer
moans wretched sounds
as she drives away
or does my heart
In need of refurbishment
after thousands of hard miles
a rotor worn
to servicable limit
stomped out by women
with heavy feet and fast agendas
brake easily my dear
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I would like to translate this poem
Like it a great poem. Good write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Life For The living.