us and you

you live in the house of ignorance
because in this house
no mirror glass for looking at life.
menhela our breath, and
of this complaint
come a rustling petals
foliage
and the whisper of the creek
which brings us to a peaceful nature.
Our sorrow flattered equivalent to hatred
you
We will triumph; between us and the sense of sadness mixed
hate you; the time
stop restrained.
We went as a friend,
but you
attack us like a ready prey to pounce

between friendship
us and you hostility,
which is a great gulf in
which flowed blood and tears of sadness.