The past can kill; those tears that never fell,
words you can't say anymore,
doors nailed shut from the inside.
All those moons, that can never rise again.
The earth is cursed with its one-time history,
but could we live it again, would it be better this time;
choreographed with fewer regrets? A sub-life
just after the real one, where you know what's coming.
Don't look back now; stone-cold stone all that's waiting,
mirrors that will show you the gorgon's head,
coming up behind.
Never let the sun set. Hold it hostage to every day.
Live each day to it's fullest then we will not ever have to worry about the sunset nor even the sunrise. A very nice read. Truly enjoyed it.
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I would like to translate this poem
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