what is it that must live
on? that which neither life
nor death cannot destroy?
I have it too
inside myself.
But like Sarah
I won't tell you.
Surely, you must know by now
that
'It' is a secret.
You figure out
in between the lines
You search it out
in all my poems
But i will tell you
You cannot find 'IT'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem