What will others know
how it is to loose animals
that are like children
and with the passing time
I tread in my sorrow
my days and times are measured out
by destiny
that without any affection
brings dark things
in the bright daylight into being
that brings me to the realization
that all people and all living things
are extradited
to at a place and time come to an end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem