They lived averagely
I was told
Maybe destined together to age
I may never know
For the flower was nipped in its prime
And broken was the binding cord
Leaving the broken branches
To sail away in life's current
Bringing her to the borders
Of a mud hut that falls from sides
Yet in this hut came
The sail used to crossover
Wondering what is and what should have been
Yet knowing that the hut
Is a part of her life
For it has been made so
For where I come I know
Where I am I also know
And where I go I know
But where I will end that I know not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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