Dear miss,
It's the day of hate again,
Chimes of nightingales resonate
Across the ocean,
Scarred on the heart shall never be
Heal.
Droplets of tears reminisce of blood
Chances of healing shall never be
Mine......
Dear miss,
Ever since you leave me old
Every night it makes me cold.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a true wonderful feelings and poem..10++++