you look around
there is nothing more to see
you want to feel passion
nothing is passionate
you have all the mess inside
you do not care
you empty yourself in space
as light as what you can be
a butterfly now
fluttering
and knowing that in a short moment
everything shall end
but
in a manner which is so beautiful
something that you
cannot imagine
but it is there inside you
like fresh air
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ric This is a good piece of poetry Bravo man! !