you very know
that it is wrong
pretty wrong and
you simply keep the
silence of
something yet and still
beautiful occuring
within you saying
why can something be
so beautiful be wrong?
why can something be
so right and yet still
wrong?
at this stage you decide
you reap happiness now and
suffer the consequences
later, go on.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem