Thorns of time against the rose of the world, killing us slowly as my petals fall...
Each petal I recite; Love Me, Love Me Not?
Later figuring out, there are no more petals
Just pink dust.
Both the colors of two different rivalry emotions
The light and pink represents happiness and Joy
As the grey symbolizes hatred, pain and death…
Isn’t death a cycle of life?
So why bother be afraid of the future?
Why must there be worries and rumors about all human life form ending?
if as what all say..
Death.
Is.
A.
Part.
Of.
Life.
?
So Deal With It.
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I would like to translate this poem
wow, great words, and straight to the point! i love it! ! ! this gets a 10