i've been telling myself
about this stupidity,
somehow i could have gone to
another place
where the flowers bloom
where seeds grow
where the trees give its fruits
where the sun shines
where the moon is happier with its
borrowed light,
i blame no one,
i will not blame myself for this,
deep in my thoughts,
i know, that alone i cannot be in this
situation too,
i am never complete from the beginning
until you came,
i thought i would have a world all for
our joys,
until the lapses came,
the moon is not faultless
the sun is not flawless
the air is not the one that carries
all the cleanest breaths,
i've been telling myself to be stupid,
but somehow, if i listen enough,
i never was.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem