There’s no color
called love
in this world,
yet how thoroughly
it has dyed my heart
translated by Hiroaki Sato
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There’s no color
called love
in this world,
yet how thoroughly
it has dyed my heart
translated by Hiroaki Sato
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Yes. I love words describing what there are no words for. Hello, Poetry.
Glad you liked it.
Wonderful!
Thank you, Emily.
I lived this one. Thanks for sharing.
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Ugh, there was a typo. It should read:
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But I think you got it. Thanks!
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