Aquamarine,
Shimmering in my darkest dreams;
You're a sweet nectarine- nectar leaking from smoke stained lips.
Trickling down my chin in a simultaneous symphony of love and pure hatred.
The falling blossoms from the sakura trees obstruct your face until you are no more.
But those sugary sweet stains remain;
A sickly patch of decit dripping down my sweater.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem