It is forbidden love if it can’t be mine
I’m lost in the vortex of rejection
broken, unlaced by you.
Nighfall now,
the spar-spangled night
shines brightly with bloodshed.
Now I’m pinned down on this oyster bed
a collector of memories,
all ravaged by time –
On the perfect ground of salt,
I weep for your perfect smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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