I hear you walking through the snapping brushes and chilling whispers of the wind.
I feel your presence almost breathing down my spine;
But I won't run,
I won't scream.
I'll walk freely through this passage and welcome you along...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was a awsome poem. I am going to read alot of your poems. Your poem had a good meaning to it. When death comes, dont try to avoid it, and be strong.