I had a line
so perfectly drawn
with the greatest of care
I laid it down
in permanent marker
so it wouldn't erase
steady and pressed
onto thin air
And before I knew
the line became jagged
attempted to fix
but it broke in my hands
No turning back now
and I should have known
the line I had drawn
was drawn in the sand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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