Death, a son of life.
Life the mother of death.
As joy comes with birth,
So should it be for death.
How funny it is, the way we old unto life.
For Death might even be sweeter than life.
The place of death, no living man has been.
And no one is even curious to be.
But after death might actually be life.
Yes, I believe in a second life
But am not ready to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem