god created others for living
I was destined for poetry,
loneliness and madness.
others have four seasons,
two feet to walk... while the earth rests
on my snowy wings
with all its weight and gravestones.
others die on the day of their death,
but I...
I am doomed to die everyday of my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very poignant. You are indeed a poet worthy of the name. warm regards, Sandra