Without you how can I live?
Talk not of life here but
Talk about death.
Death is but sure,
Sure, not living.
The living is an instance
To prove the contrary.
And here imagine
You are the fairy tale.
The fairy tale I like,
Not yours, but from you.
Fetch all name and fame
Though, not value.
Sit there
Where you are
And put your papers,
With any form and
With any shape.
No one and nothing
Is there to
Expire.
Just watch
That star.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem