Death is the last denier
It denies us everything
The sun the moon the air
All those we love
It denies us every sweet breath
And all our own impossible sorrows
Light beauty truth
Whatever is blessed and happy in our lives
And all it denies
Even ourselves to ourselves
Death denies us everything here
Let God decide if there is more.
So, you are starting to realise the truth of being an improbability. So, you die. So what, we all do. Nothing illuminating there. However, to think that an improbability has another improbable future because some ancient minds sewied myths together is laughable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely theme- Death denies us everything here Let God decide if there is more. nice 10+++