Mark the day then skip it through
watch it tumble out of view,
Like a memory that is tossed
let it wander and get lost.
See the sunset as it fades
subdued thoughts sometimes replay,
Now they linger back to you
grab a hold and thrust right through.
How the past still stings the soul
drags you back and swallows whole,
As the feelings stir inside
around the vision that won't die.
Takes you under as before
struggle in then out love's door,
Escaping from past-passion's mess
giving back, just bitterness.
And in the rebel which remains
beats the bleeding heartbreak pain,
Watch it pooling on all sides
drowns you in him as you rise.
sinnaminsun 2008
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I would like to translate this poem