NO shelter, no excape, just some
riddles of a broken love, and
two lovers slowly walking away.
NO shelter, no excape, just empty
wine bottles, and some dishes
stained with last night steaks.
NO shelter, no excape, just a
faded love, and two lovers walking
away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Riddles of broken love. That's a very good line. I like it.