There have been hearts on the wall for some time now,
Colorful designs that mean nothing to me.
They were left there by the previous owners,
Along with twin ropes overhanging loose pipes.
I woke up in the afternoon one fine day and wondered about them,
Why they were there and why I did not cover them.
Concluding with nothing, I went back to sleep and resolved never
To think about it again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem