I came
You go
I served
You deserved
You choose red
I like green
You watched towers
I touched flowers
I chewed some berries
You ate more strawberries
I simplified the moments
You verified time torments
Do you really like black?
Do I really look white?
Either which one is irrelevant
To this life’s cruel redundant
We better learn fast to ride
Horses on the rocky mountain side
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like thsi poem, dear Edgar Baguio, because it tries to bridge the opposites, and that in the end it manages to give a surprising poetic proposal (riding horses on the rocky mountain side) , that means a lot of common virtues and values at a risk (see my poem Blind Fingers) Thanks for sharing.