You're late...
I think,
Maybe, , ,
You won't be coming
At all! ! !
Pain
Hurts the pain
Of my very lonely
Fate,
To have found you
Lost you,
My destiny, stalled
Not being told
That you were,
But an internet fold,
Not real,
A fabricated dream
Without which
I am now,
Nothing, at all!
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I would like to translate this poem
When we lost someone, the loneliest tear will flow. I can feel the sincerity of this heartfelt and touching piece, dear Ma’am Sandra..10++