You play bloody words
I am discovering myself
after you left.
A serpentine
history of love and hate,
hurting ourselves.
Want to see a blind.
Who will not ask my religion
my color and my creed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A relationship that soured and went to long, once freed from its cycle both parties benefited. Then the rebirth of perception realizing the nature of the beast that has crippled humanity for so long. Very nice poem that dives deep with such few words 10+