To die
Falling down,
A fear so long to hold within.
To sleep
Dreaming now,
A look within the deeper sin.
For to lay, Sleep, Perchance to dream
Becomes the weight of doubt by which you begin.
To be
Lying now,
A truth to question.
To hide
Crouching down,
A trust so far beneath the skin.
For to live-Be- Perchance to hide
Becomes the state of wit by which you survive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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