You talk about how love and how
it comes back.
And when if it ever, never was over,
when others became involved.
No middle of the road,
split down it runs each side away.
Thinking that one is evil,
and the other bad.
Should it rest in peace upon a grave,
that knew sweet grief released..
A tethered rose with lily that knew each pose.
Unbroken each link that chain when
forged from raw each others passion.
Sweet potatoes grew and yellow corn
The look unlike sweet lotus black astride it
sits there legs are wide across that horse
a mask so stark and dark both faced, the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem