if you call it
death
no one, no one
likes to grab
it.
pretend that
it is a
beginning
only to float
and
still not accept
that you
have ended
there is no
choice
actually
a strong ray
of light
absorbs you
sucks you
like a vacuum cleaner
and
poooo! you're out
you're in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem