Who is this creature,
That knows my sun and moon,
This creature that,
I don´t know what to call.
Is she a friend
In a lover`s face?
Or a lover
In a friend`s?
Who is this creature,
That tells me so much,
This creature that,
I know nothing about.
Is she the death
Disguised as life?
Or life
Disguised as death?
Who is this creature,
That I can always love,
This creature that,
I can never hate.
Is she the past
Of my future?
Or the future
Of my past?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I love the reversals in your syntax. Adds depth and increases pondering. I can relate to such an experience - not knowing the relationship you have with someone, cherishing it but also skeptical. So many things in life cannot be defined nor grasped. They are abstract. And that makes them beautiful mysteries. Thank you.