Cowards they were when both came;
Often she stood by his side, with each
cruel theft and held them apart and
dark each picture he drew she knew.
Lacking a conscious their action of stone
drove each heart impure from the start.
While each brutal act tore apart little moons.
She a real shark too circle around, swam like he.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem