You are no longer
A Part of me
Our story together
Could never be
For I am all heart
You are all greed
I am as I were
In nascent stage
Just as an armour
I use my rage
Lost from
the daylight
To dusky
Haze
With sprinkle of
Dew drops
Silver moons rays
Warmth of gold sunshine
I had dreamt
New days.
You burnt it all
Ashen in blaze.
Nalini
castles could not be built....all dreams shattered...the summary of your poem...written in a classic style...
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I would like to translate this poem
You are no longer A Part of me classic in storm damage, excessive endings, when all heart meets all greed a heart must bleed, the error we would repute, is letting the greed assume a place from which to pierce more noble ideals morals, the sanctity purity of kindness to bless vagrant lives, wisdom teaches excessive greed consumes love life hope kindness, the beauty of intrinsic possibilities