I only need
One thing for me:
The power of
Immortality.
Hit me and kill me,
Try to pry my eyes
And rip me,
But yet again
I live and breathe.
Scars and wounds
Can never harm me.
Years may come
But youth brews in me.
I'll never grow old...
And death,
oh death...
Can never ever
Grab hold of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really liked this. A fantastic poem. Really enjoyed it. A great write. May i invite you to read my poem called, Return Of The Crow.