paint me a picture
without any words
with blood and with guts
like nothing i've heard
write me a song
but leave out the lyrics
and leave out the music
just give it the spirit
breathe me a breath
like a dying one
one that whispers the hope
of some rising sun
help me to end
without any beginning
and to burn out bright
without ever kindling
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem