Just didn't happen;
For there were,
hardly materials,
That could have,
been assorted.
You think for,
Whether to uncross,
Communicable or incommunicable,
Slashing to the gates,
Of the entry-exit zones.
Ah! and those two seconds,
Will give one to all,
A chance to live,
For at least a second,
But for the risk that,
Second might just,
Define the life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem