I live somewhere in between
Dream and reality. Somewhere
In between false and genuine.
My each song is cloyed with
Feelings of pain and happiness.
I sometimes love you more
Than I love myself. Sometimes
I hate you like I hate blood
Sucking bugs…. I live both
In light and darkness, at the
Same time. My life beckons
My death and death behaves
So strange, coming and going
Like a season. I live two lives
Like two faces of a leaf with
Wind playing as the curator
Which face to be shown when.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tiku, such an interesting poem...10+++
Thanks very much. My regards.