Wider than the air
Is just an uninteresting relief
For those that don't feel yet prepared
To see
Underneath the cold air
And if they tide over just in the breath, they breathe
The air that tangled beneath their reckless feet
So you take care
For they'll never see
Being grateful to its useful sin
But holding on just to the air
It's like grasping the gap to feel
They'll never find relief
For pain hides behind belief
Stick to it
and you are about to have no more than one breath
to live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem