One by one
Our days pass
I wiped and collected
the broken glass we made
Even i know
i let it slipped
Try to put back the pieces
Hoping i could bring back the past
but what i get are more
wounds and scars.
a nice metaphor...to mend the broken love/life...good write Ency Bearis
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I would like to translate this poem
Yes, good write. Nice use of broken glass as a metaphor