A sin welcomes me irresistibly and in the void of paths waiting to be walked on a deep slumber follows.
And when I wake up, on one of my hands are stains of blood and on another of love. Neither can you easily hate me nor easily forgive.
i would call it a natural episode from a human life! thx for writing!
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I would like to translate this poem
beautiful write Neither can you easily hate me nor easily forgive. exceptional write