Night is waiting for me
To seek my love
On the other side of the wall;
Between us the rose bushes
Have grown thick and tall;
Shards of glass are planted
It’s dangerous to hold the top;
Can hear her lament in dark
To have her I can only hope;
This has been going on
For years and the wall stands;
Built of hatred and curses
It can never make us friends.
Wonderful poem. This wall stands for hatred and curses and so it can never be friends....Loved reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a satire of gripping sadness, excellent imagery.