The sky is torn across
This ragged anniversary of two
Who moved for three years in tune
Down the long walks of their vows.
Now their love lies a loss
And Love and his patients roar on a chain;
From every tune or crater
Carrying cloud, Death strikes their house.
Too late in the wrong rain
They come together whom their love parted:
The windows pour into their heart
And the doors burn in their brain.
Too late in the wrong rain They come together whom their love parted: The windows pour into their heart And the doors burn in their brain. great write 10+++++++++++++++++++++
The windows pour into their heart Good use of quatrain for stylistic effects. SYLA-ONYEMA UBA
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I would like to translate this poem
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