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RE: The image is made of own imagination and thoughts
I saw you kissing that young woman today
I wanted to get close and hit you but the pain didn't leave me
I wanted to scream and ask why you risk our peace
How many times have you stained our home.
Walking to our house I felt the snow fall
Your infidelity filled ice all around me
Not even spring prevented the snow from falling
In our garden that leafy tree where we mark our names withered
The sun does not warm me, I carry in my soul the wound of your betrayal.
thank you @anasuleidy for your beautiful poem