i know what you
know
and i do not
talk about it
neither shall
you
the usual truth
that hurts
that breaks
our hearts
the kind of truth
that somehow
shall set us
free
we have no choice
we can do nothing
when faced with
these usual
faces of diamond
truths
but we shall remain
as cow
herons in symbiosis
with
Asian water
buffaloes
we admire each others'
silence
we have glasses and
the only thing
that we hear is the
clink
of our agreement to
a
dignified
silence
'cheers, cheers! '
our hearts are happy
what we have is respect
and what follows next
is hope
and perhaps
love
again
we are glad
despite the pains
we still have each
other
in the silence of
our embrace
and the cold night
is cold
no more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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