Walking in shadows of death, seeing all those we once
loved watching and waiting for us to be reunited once
again.
Missing us desperately, not letting go of our memories
in this, our last foothold in life, stretching out their
arms, wanting to be loved again.
Striving to grasp onto particles of life, wondering
where everything has disappeared to, wanting to recover
our lives right now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem