Fate is too unpredictable for me to foretell
Love is too thorny to be expressed and felt
Laughing with the best that will someday be your worst
The sins are too iniquitous to be amending for
The light is too blurry to be looking for
An angel that will never soothe your shattered heart
The clocks are too busy to be staring at
The night is too weary to be smiling at
And you are too different for me to be dreaming of
'The clocks are too busy to be staring at The night is too weary to be smiling at And you are too different for me to be dreaming of' Amazing poem, love it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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