You know, these days sometimes
I am almost in love with death.
You are surprised.
But I too wonder if it is possible
to fall in love with death.
There are times when I feel
I am waiting for death
like a newly-wed bride, almost impatiently,
to come and embrace me, hold me tight.
Kiss my lips with promises never to part.
But I know, like some cruel lover
death will not come to me now.
And will take me by surprise
when I will be dreaming of sunshine and flowers.
nope if it is then who will feed us the feel of the love the nostolgia which give us the lives god gifted it the lips and tip of the nose smells more than we tell respiration and breath counts the drops if you make it the imagine as the drops you cannot count how many drops burried in the earth , my prayer only for to live and let to live love human and be human
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent poem. Difficult to conceive an idea like this, which you have done well at ease!