Brought together by fate, these two,
once a duo bundled up.Now they unravel,
as the glue thins. The world happens to
them. They hide the truth of misshapen
acts. Now that the fire from within gets
hotter, we see how they put untruths in the fire
and started to wax their story away.
The truth now burns low as the ashes pile.
for theirs has become the story welded
together by hard untruths. Lessons are everywhere.
All we do is throw away the ashes.
The story ends with welding, but
not the ashes.
Who loves a story of ashes, that is ashen white?
Who knows the story where the amber glow and the flame lights up lovers' eyes?
Me and you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very thought provoking, Sarah. This reminds me of so many relationships, in so many environments, in which both parties understand that something fundamentally untrue is what binds them together. This is apparent to all observers. But what is most fascinating is how those fused into the relationship will labour to convince themselves that the untrue...is true. A great work, Sarah.