when we are thinking about the death
we certainly know,
that the life is in us.
we feel it.
until such thoughts
are coming
we have a warranty
for our living.
because when 'she'
will come for us,
we must be for sure
united with her
we will be a death
stopping thinking
and it will be a symptom
of passing away
without the return
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem