I died yesterday.
And one who is
Here before you
Is not I.
I try to live
Again for you,
But one who is
Here before me
Is not you.
I am here but
Not as a living one.
One who is here,
Is some one else,
Who has no link
With the words
I care.
I sit here
On my own chair,
And I see the picture
That are there
In the dark sky
Where I fly
Only for love.
Love I know,
So long it is there
I am not here to die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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