As a gamble loser,
Disordered heart, beats now.
Skin, I feel now tortured and appear,
As a snake biting blue.
Oh, I forgot the nature's law
'' Putting our hands into a snake hole'',
Death is almost sure.
Love, sometimes really
is a venomous snake hole.
Love, sometimes really is venomous snake hole. A true wise saying. A lovely poem with food for Thought. Thanks for sharing and keep it up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good imagination in the poem and likes it.