Losing
Immortal
Freedome
Every passing Second
Life Or Death,
What is the diference really?
To live is to search,
To die is to sleep,
But what are we searching for?
For happiness?
For sadness?
For love?
For hate?
Or do we really even know?
Losing
Immortal
Freedome
Every passing Second
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This really struck a chord with me Mya. Searching - yes, I know just what you mean. It doesn't seem to be this way for so many people, but for some of us it's a puzzle we work and work at even though we know it's probably unsolvable.. Thank you for writing this. Best wishes, Mark