Our emotions indeed
Is a foe to our wills:
Our best friends indeed
Are our enemy worst,
Like death to our sweet breath.
Here lies my great visions:
Here lies my unique thoughts,
Where lies my emotions
Who always make me faults?
Oh! I wish you are dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like death to our sweet breath! Nice piece of work.