You told me not to tell -
that embarrassment would kill
a cheating friend.
I fought a flight of silence
that soon fell
like night
upon a suffering soul.
You told me that the secret
came from lips
of him who could contain
no longer
the inward hurt of heart'
I bit my trembling lip
when opening to sell
a tale already bought
of your citadel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem