Do I love you in absentia?
The changer sits quietly. What
you are not, I am.
Goldylocks comes again
on my paper. I am shedding one
by one all my bearings.
When the life meets
death, I stand on no man's land
to find if any spark was left.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When death comes to meet, the man cannot even take his body and no where he exists or on no land. Only the resolves go with us. Death comes truly for each creature. This poem is very amazingly penned...5 stars!