Had to deal with a certain amount of relations
all kinds of it but same patterns
Holding on with firm
Expecting miracles-to exist
No matter how one had done
Till become Altschmerz and caring for none
One could only wish for a better world full of sonders
Or with a few ice-creams with sprinkles and moving on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem