Live not by the thoughts of unending days
...not by the thrills of seem-true lies
cherish nature's features...
Respect nature's imperfection
will to outgrow that for which you crave...
Do not hold on to the wind dat blows past
...let go off the black-outs
seek to be the source: the light
...one that lights up strong like a new-born...
...'cause you loose every moment that adds jst as it adds...
Take every moment that you find
...and live to leave knowing you lived...
The days are but a few...
So live to outlive the very last of your breathe
hold that rising sun and make it an enormous blazing fire
cling to the falling rain until you make of it, a river
undestand that you are better than who you are, if you so will
'cause, one day, some day...
You will give out d breathe...
Never to get it back...
A day, an end to the ones who were just alive...
A day, the beginning for those who truly lived...
So i say to you'live not...'
then again i say to you'LIVE'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem