unable to pin thought,
whispered quiet seeping undulations
seeing space between the meaning of words.
addicted to metaphor and injecting alliteration
word sprayed fine mist on to thin evaporating euphemisms
love, a spiky word between us,
separated thorny issues speared.
falling out of love, Cupid crashed and burned
scorching us in our passion, singeing wings,
we yet bear its scars if not its lessons.
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I would like to translate this poem
We understand whispers beautifully and interestingly. Every mumbling effect has ts own quality. Falling in love is common. From many scars we learn lesson. An amazing poem is very brilliantly penned.10