' A time grown out of pity like rain on the asphalt. Pain is a pleasure to the unassuming masses. It was not the vow that was broken, but the innocence that stumbled out of reach of lovers torn at the seams '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I 'hate' to use the word 'interesting', but I DO find this and your other poem, read earlier today, INTERESTING. It certainly is/was not boring. : ) bri