Let me listen the songs
Of those who called me friend
And the snarling of those
Who called me enemy
Let me attend to the desires
Of my blood and bones
Let me hear the whispers
Of the past dead and
The future yet to be born
All absent but pleasent
Let me kiss the flowers
For tomorrow to be nowhere
Let me inhale the air
That may take farewell
At any moment unnoticed,
Let me kiss the earth today
That smells sweetest of death
The moment I take rest on her lap.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
let me kiss the earth today/smell sweetest of death.. wonderful.