O' Dear
Salty tears excavates the tomb of mourning
with violent swiftness,
Love is luxurious in self made glittering prison
by forgetting unconditional bonds,
What I see is the refugee; colorful world
Here's the grave of greenery; desolate whirl
Then think about the false or new life........
Love is luxurious in self made glittering prison by forgetting unconditional bonds, .....so touching and true. Beautiful poem.
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I would like to translate this poem
Very much an involved analysis about love...yes it is truly a confusion....inspiring work 10....thanks for sharing