When it glimpse never thought would be an irony
Just came to bother the dawn
As cloud over the fervent noon,
Just came to turn the life
Came where lost existence, never met
But is it a paradox that continues
Came here later on the day
It was not really a day of harvest
But it turns around
Wish to say goodbye to someone
But is that my soul
It turned to glossary
It was really a day of loneliness
Wish to say something
But days passed and nothing left
Blood is red always, redness of love
Sometimes it get chilled
Coldness of possessiveness
Never can overcome this fire
Mind says to probe something
Always it gild like a fantasy
Fancy like a fiction
Can fiction be a tenet?
Anyway hold it as a tenet
Love is possessiveness
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I would like to translate this poem
poem witha beautiful thought.......... very nice.......... also invite u to read mine.