Thoughts of Death
Death is a foreign country
I wish not to go there as I`m only used to life
despite we do our best to destroy our planet.
The aboriginals in Australia call death
dream time, there are times when I ask if life
is dream time and death is a reality.
To meet souls who cannot dream floating about
as dust in a landscape of oblivion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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