The gods shed those saline tears
wash my wounds and rinse away fears.
thunderbolts rip through my chest
destroying my heart and all the rest,
a gaping hole rotting in from out.
Leaving nothing else to doubt;
Our love to you was not able
to survive and all I saw was a fable.
ordinary
extraordinary.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely penned ++10 regards anju