She made me humble
I made her proud
Both of us
Lost and found
My crown
Became her crown
No winner
Was declared
Whose chest is bigger?
I still don't know
Neither does she
We're both happy
Relatively speaking
From what is known
Or thought
She powers on
I'm left behind
In her wake
The dust tastes good
Of her
She's well gone
I'm not
The dust tastes good
Of her
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
from what is known of thought, good one..