I pray that I never have to take
that which is not mine to take.
The Breath Of Life
is the most precious
thing there is.
It saddens me
that in the past I have
but I did not know.
Anything there is
can be replaced
but that.
I cannot understand
the mind-set
in which:
The Breath Of Life
has such little value
that it could be taken
with the flick of a finger
in the blink of an eye.
(1999)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem