the vastness of love
can be a desert
or a wild forest
in the desert the winds
of emptiness blows
all day
in the wild forest the
heavy rains pour
all year round
in said places
time like sand spills
people imagine all the
ghosts of pains
and so i wonder
what love really is
in the vast forest
a bee complains that it is homeless
a butterfly cries on broken wings
in the desert the skull of a horse
is watched by still
hungry vultures
after all
what happened
so, is pain actually love's
twin sister?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem