Life has
no meaning;
why should i live it?
Love has
no luster;
why then am i in it
Dead though it is to me?
this cycle,
this spiral of
accursed death...
has it
no End?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death certainly doesn't have an ending, because it is the beginning. another good poem Ebone---Melvina