we shall be the ones
who once walked this earth
and leave no tracks
no scent
we do not wish to be remembered
that we once were here
we shall be the ones who had everything
when we were once here
and just like the rest (of those who had busts and
statues of their greatness)
we shall lose every page that is written
we love it this way
we are not meant to be here forever anyway
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem