everything becomes
merely nothing
but reminiscences
nothing efflorescent
or even fluvial
once there was a boy
rising from rags to riches
once there was a girl
who became the wife of the president
once there was a love so true
it brought nothing but sadness
once there was a home
splintered like a grenade
once there were beautiful times
fading like sunset.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem