Drenched in blood;
blood of the loved.
Cold and shattered,
Your heart was shadowed.
Don't die,
DIE POETIC.
It's worth living for;
It's enough to die for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Or enough to live for. It looks like we can't get away from accepting the fact that in order to live, we must die. Every choice is a sacrifice and every sacrifice is a dying.