complacency knows not contentment
the two are as opposite skies.
while one sits in blatant resentment,
(tho covered in bland alibis) ,
the other with peace as her treason
like the moon in the midst of the night
paints joy with the brushstroke of reason
quells shadow with subtle delight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem