Some married couples display happy faces for an audience.
No one sees the underlying discontent covered by radiance.
In a social situation they pretend and continue their ruse.
When in private, behind closed doors they bitterly accuse.
Like a bouquet of silk flowers, giving an appearance of the real.
Lovely petals perfectly envelop a need to convincingly conceal.
Lifted by lush lifeless stems that do not absorb water to sustain.
Unaffected by the climate, they add to the ambiance and remain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well paced...and an interesting imagination to follow...keep it up