I am not writing,
Everything has already
Been written.
Life is there
In each writing,
And I am living.
I am not living,
But life is leaving me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poems are always pleasure to read. Just wondering if your last line has typo. May be you meant life is living me. To me that would make more sense with rest of the poem.