It begins like all the others,
in blatant disrepair
I used to wish for something
new and beautiful. Life-full, but then,
Hope runs away; my love becomes a somber statue
nostalgic for its silver lining
it loses shine, rusts, and dies.
After some despair has passed
I end in willful submission.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very clever Daniel. Good one.