Love takes many forms.
Each form has its own trace.
When love is a lie and a fraud
she is just a shade of shadow
that has no shape.
It may scream to you:
"You're jealous.
You're totally crazy."
She thinks that, still,
flowing in your veins.
In fact, you write,
just, the pain you feel:
Your brain is full of anger
but your love flashes empty
and there is no shape in any void.
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Ljubav bez oblika
Ljubav ima razne oblike.
Svaki oblik ima svoj trag.
Kada je ljubav laž i prevara
ona je samo nijansa sjenke
koja nema nikakav oblik.
Može ti vrisnuti:
Ti si ljubomoran.
Ti si potputno lud.
Ona misli da, još uvijek,
teče u tvojim venama.
Ustvari, ti pišeš samo
bol koji osjećaš:
Mozak ti je pun ljutnje
samo ti ljubav treperi prazno
ali ta praznina nema oblik.
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I would like to translate this poem
An insightful write.....10+++