so if you want to live
the way some people die
in tombs of precious stones
uncut by the mind
in numberless secret loans
on a bank account date blind
unpolished by the hearts
and heaven unburried
cracked in glass shards
your pearls far away carried
so if you want to live
the way some people die
there'll be no answer to give
to the children of the sky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
to live as they die is a walk between worlds