A trick of destiny entices
when the way is decided;
a pool of wine in a cup~
spills the rest, forsaken.
At defeat, a subtle slap
is rare, in folds storming;
as if a lightning, thunder,
razed farm, loss of living.
hi Mel! fun write. brevity of verse makes it compelling. xxtra so. rhythm? yes, we got that =]..keep on, Sus
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I would like to translate this poem
What a beautifully written poem... a 10! Best CJ