There is snow which is black
Born from fire not ice
Symbolized pain and sadness
Bring you tears, not cheers
There is love which is fake
Came from the mind not the heart
Creating gap and emptiness
Makes you cold, not warm
Ashes from a dying love, we called it lust.
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I would like to translate this poem
An amazing poem on real life fickle love. Well done! Pls coment my latest poem.