Just like a wall after been painted
Beauty is all that is possessed
Like our love when we met
Happiness was all that was possessed
People talked about us
People windowed shopped our love
But
With time lot ceased to happen
Color started to worn out from the wall
Just like our love corrodes slowly
Once was solid and beautiful
Once was embraced
Now melting and disgusting with its heartaches
Evaporated the beauty, extinguished joy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem