I hated what I had loved.
I shunned what I had sought.
I feared what I had desired
And desired what I had feared.
We love what we’ll hate later.
We seek what we’ll shun later.
We desire what we’ll fear in time.
We fear what we’ll desire in time.
No judgment is permanent.
19.02.2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem