O death!
How dear and near
would you make people.
In their cries.
In their curse.
There were days of happiness.
There were days of sorrow.
But never was I so close to my love.
Until you take over.My one true love.
I cry every moment.In Pain.
I curse you everyday.
I despise you every second.
But, only now I notice
the moments, I ever was so close
is in their departure, as you approached.
You took over, my one true love.
I curse you everyday.
I despise you every moment.
But! But! Bu..
Beyond the realm of human knowledge.
You made me so dear and near.
That only In you i can find the truth of life.
Is it only in YOU.
The death.
Can we be so dear and near
to each-other? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem