they said she only had one more day to live, and she could do anything with that day that she wanted.
so she sat herself down to write out a list of possibilities.
she thought perhaps she would go skydiving to try to feel the feeling of weightlessness.
or maybe visit some far off magical place
spend time with her dearest friends and family
or perhaps just sleep and dream until the time came
she spent so much time writing out her list, and she just couldn’t decide. so she just sat and sat writing her list until the very minute she died.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem