You and me, though I came from your womb
We get along as well as storms and sunshine
You are the fuse and I am soon to explode
I am the bullet waiting in the chamber
You pull the trigger and I shoot out
Why is it we cannot exist peacefully?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
in india we have a saying...when rain and sunshine come out together, its the marriage of the green fox...something magical...hope you reach out and discover just that...love...nalini