To conceive a single promise
and 50,000 lies
when windows
are like mirrors
and birds
no longer fly
embrace the silence
the poison-sweet
breath of Death.
from ash to flame
in a second less
the bitter
truth
of life
we all will
Die
before we
Live
and Love
is just
a myth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem, I really liked this one too!