A poison text...
A poison flower...
In a poison, heart...
'How can we draw blood?
And say that we - belong
Together as just good friends
And remain forever in a storm
Looking for a rainbows-end:
How can we pretend?
We haven't vented such pain;
And anger - now the drug is over
Like a losing hand of poker.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem