Some dream of Love
That never comes,
Life's
Bitter bells of solitude,
Indulge in lonely sounds
That moan like pain,
The air is clear
But without cheer,
As hopeless love
Cries one more tear.
As lonely love
Just colors grey
One more day,
One more year....
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I would like to translate this poem
One day or one year is the same to a lonely individual - lots of feeling in your words. A 10