creation is relative
same with our our
idiosyncrasies
and idiocies
sometime you get uneasy
and even impatient with the
dumbness
or the hardheadedness of the
other and you want to show
the real thing
inside you
if you care to listen
the other has the same feeling for you
same impatience
same rebellion
but what holds you both into taking
the calmness of silence and acceptance is that idea
one cannot exist without the other
and without the other
who can love and who is loved?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem