Trying To Save My Love,
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Trying to save my love,
I take pen of my dad.
it will cut and will make
the steel spearhead of my fate.
Blade, as ruthless as death,
leaves a mark on forehead
culprits of the past loss
run as shadow on earth.
Sharpened metal, spin, twirl!
Pierces the flesh, the wide-open.
As if I torment her,
and the cut slice I chop.
Thus let my precious feather
be untouched by rust, pain,
when the welcoming insides
will take us to the vale.
translation from SST
Bu şiiri puanla
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