I can never die
Unless, you subject me to.
I believe I would die
Until you care less to my living.
Do not mark for the miles I wanted to strive,
Do not break my gasping and my last air,
Do not reach out,
Until I still!
These strides are always my part.
These channels and these sides,
Are always my style.
Those routes are in exact beginning
I pointedly crossed those bonds.
I pointedly crossed in these beeds
Those routes are always my truth
This is how I extinct.
I have casted and ceased in these shadows.
I have paced and whispered to these ends.
I have trespassed your smiles,
And Faked, love stories in these misty morning
I have created my beauty
My truths and my flawlessness.
And
These are all new as my birth takes a few
These strikes to be me in my remembrances
Existing ans existences.
To be me loves these certainties
To be me love paraphrases
To be me love extinguishing
To be me as far as I love.
To be me is what you not love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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