our days and nights
speak well of our
sins and redemption
two faces we wear
one for you and for the
other: smiles and grimaces
stung and dung
bleak and beak
spick and span
black and block
sameness of expectations
nothing from me and nothing from you
how can we be disappointed?
you are on your own convictions
and me to my own directions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem