Tumbling down mountainsides, unable to grasp hold of
anything to stop the fall.
Out of reach, not focusing on points of interest
lying below, thinking how this body will be crushed
upon the rocks and will no longer exist.
Words cannot explain the finality of death, as I
find a way to exist on another plain far from this
one on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
as I find a way to exist on another plane far from this one on earth nice writing we will find the way