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A space in between words
When the ache of love became a fairy tale,
Love clings, and evaporates.
Love like fog,
Days like iron,
Today I see
the end.
I'll put my weapons down
(sad as they are)
there is nothing more you will hear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love clings and evaporates like fog. Very amazing sharing definitely. Wiley penned poem shared.10