In this midsummer,
Amidst that dark stormy midnight,
I had glares,
Glared,
At those beautiful radiant eyes,
And this arid heart
Got the hope back again a bit.
Will it still be able
To glorify the page in The Book of Love,
Or it's something
that just wants to remain
In an ordinary path?
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice one. wish you get back your love and your life be full of happiness. Beautifully crafted. Thanks for sharing.