It should have been more.
It should have been less.
I feel so rotten about it.
This fragment of friendship—
This montage of union—
Extinguishes fumes of disillusion.
Is it possible to pave a way
For two souls to exchange
The happenings of night and day
Without solace in fray—
Without envious decay
Eroding its rocky base?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem