Death takes away a part of our heart every time it takes
those whom we love from us without any reason, understand-
ing is never near at hand.
We spend our lives wondering what is on the other side of
death's horizon, whether or not the people we loved so
much are still there with us in spirit, never finding out.
Writing incessantly through the years, never bringing me
any closer to answers, finding only questions facing me
daily.
An unending fascination with eternity that never divulges
it's purposeful ending of life itself, unable to let go
of the curiosity felt towards it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem