Long - lasting love, standing in the background, no longer
recognizing itself as it ages exponentially in time.
Wondering what it is doing now, feeling an emptiness of
hope, noting that life has come completely in a circle,
not knowing which way to turn anymore.
Blessed fortunes never having materialized throughout
it's lifetime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oscar would say, “ ‘Never’ sounds like ‘Carelessness’, RoseAnn.”