The wind blew away the traumas you've caused
And preciley like flue you've caught them
All the seconds made by a minute of pain
The blind love that caused us to make blind choices of which i suffered the most,
In this devotion we call love ever since youleft my mind, you've got lost in my heart
And no directions are worth giving except
Showing a professional chaos causer the way out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Raynolds, such a great write👍