how can death be so new to me,
when in reality its always been a part of me?
the day your born you start to die,
and the day you die you start to live,
to live is to die and to die is to live,
how can death be so new to me when in reality its always been a part of me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No! This is not a stupid poem.