she is too tired to write
i perfectly understand this
i must tell
i know what tired means
or the exhaustion
to say the words
i know what dying is
i have to tell her about this
and then she realizes perhaps
that she is not at all alone
we have to see each yet
face to face
and then i know how a smile looks
like,
how misery is shared and how
it becomes one
fusion of bliss
two people dying
and not one is scared.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem