i rise with hurt temper
involve in a hot blunt talk
i could not make edge with their talk
but i break their heart
i make them fill like a clown
they ushered curse and shout
maybe they lost their way
they didn't kept together
i knew their weakness and rise to speak
i won't fight you
and i will win your heart
cause you are not unite
it become their word and they mime
Love can win over the heart of hatred. Nice poem. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments.
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I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, muhammad olarewaju. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.