all those i meet along
the way are
animals, and they all lie
and cheer
and full of pretenses,
and here you are
another animal pretending
to be human
promising me another
day of cheers
another hope
and then at sundown
when i look for shelter
you are nowhere to be
found
telling the trees and
the daffodils that
you are but
another shadow
slave of the night
and then
disappear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem