The end of my relationships with her,
My heart throb, did not hurt me but did
The way I had to behave as a stranger
With her, whom I thought I couldn’t live without.
The end of my friendships with him,
My staunch mate, did not prick me but did
The way I had to behave as an enemy
With him, whom I thought as my support.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem