To smear the thin lines
Which decipher the difference
Between love and hate
Is the task of a hated man.
And into confusion we have all
At one point burrowed,
But to stay too long
Would be to suffocate
And give oneself to death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
im not sure exactly why, but i like this poem. its just a statement worded in the clever way that us poets seem to manage: }