My eyes bleeding,
my heart soar.
I'll come for you,
wanting more.
Heart pounding,
hair soaked.
You are the one,
I want the most.
Hair soaked,
flesh torn.
I am the one,
who will morn.
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I would like to translate this poem
Magnificent and sacred bleeding of enveloped heart. Poet, you have cracked the hard nut of morbid waitings. Bleed much and create more. One day all your reach will touch your feet if the utterances are honest. Run long......write more...... Regards, pranab 10 (if machine does not betray)