Truth is
We build relations in the air
Shattered by the sudden gust
On a half-winged flight
Or
We build relations in the sand
Engulfed by the twisting dust
On a desert land
Or
We build relations in the water
Devoured by the hungry waves
On a high-tide night
We cry, we mourn
Our loss itches in our throat
Hard to swallow down or spit out
Till one day, out of nowhere
Pain is gone, we realize
In our heart, a life is born
That is stronger than the loss
We survive, as though a miracle
The gusts and the tides
Truth itself Truth. It tells truth, shows truth as it is truth, great written, thanks for sharing the poem with us
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I would like to translate this poem
yes truth.... an un-ending growth of a man