To exist within the bounds
of reality
is to do nothing
& be ordinary,
But to die in youth
with a smile
& exist only in the minds
of the mad
is at once inside itself
as the epitome of dream,
Where fated poets love
thrillfully
& beg for no resurrection
rather
live this hour
for everything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem