Somewhere along the lines
of a picture made
for two
the colors run
together, and
the artist
starts anew.
So take this foolish
picture,
frame it
on a wall, throw it
in a shredder,
watch the pieces
fall.
Just do not
forget
that
somewhere along the lines
of a picture made
for two
the colors ran
together, and
I fell in love
with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem