we make things last
without minding, a relationship
for instance, we disregard what
wrong details are there, we keep it hung
like a Mona Lisa painting on the wall,
everyday
she smiles we come and go we live life
the way time passes by
unperturbed by the wind and
not caring what tomorrow brings just
the way
that tree grows into a shade for all
crawling things like
us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem