We were out trying to find love
Brink of realizing
There was a lot within us individually.
Trapped in our souls
Perfecting our differences
Solutions seamed to manifest
But that took time.
Disappearing like the vapor on a cold, brisk morning.
Explanations so cliché.
I Stopped asking.
Progress of his mischievousness like a dead fetus in its mother’s womb.
Focused on distractions in a world of unreached fantasies.
Make the love last like the golden needles on an ever green tree.
Dream that Never became reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem