Crying out since my childish dreams got broken
Trying to realize, from me, how my love was taken
Even if no one saw I came on the brink of death
The pain laid on me is like a merciless wrath.
Neither a gate to escape later
Nor a warm heart to shelter
It only exists some tears to shed
And a loaf of dry bread to shred
Watching alone the sunset in your absence
Looks like either remaining fragile to a menace
Or being the unsuccessful hero in a romance
While living on my own with dead people
Every taste is bitter, and every colour is jet black
Such offended I am that you cannot anticipate
On the bank of my heart, messenger birds fly
To bring my sorrows away, towards the sky
Do you remember where we first got together?
It was sunny and nobody, than us, was happier.
In an amusement park by the sea, sitting under a tree
Those special moments we shared would set us free
I wish I could have firmly held the sharp thread of fate,
Which separated us by letting a deep anguish generate.
If I could have overcome the bias of your family
We would have lived in that house, peacefully.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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