and then the time comes
for the end
of all our sacrifices
when we decide to go
to the river
remove our clothes
and dip our feet
on such coolness
when we finally
take the last breath
and then plunge
ourselves
to its depth
when we
see nothing not even
ourselves
as we close our eyes
and face
the murkiness
of darkness
trying to find
a little
light
shall we find
eternal peace in the drowning
under the
cold water?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem