Even the gloomy nights of death hold fine secrets
The key?
Delve into the reflection of the heart
Express it with a bursting force
Know it
To sit nights pondering what death permits-
Is loving morbidity.
However, to sit nights preoccupied in deaths depth-
That’s beautiful depression.
Want to know how to fly away?
When your feel it controlling you
Look down and smile
Wow.... That was deep.... I really had to think for a second... nice :)
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I would like to translate this poem
Never let depression take hold of you.Let the lightnes of your being be your guide.A ten from me.