There is also death
At the end of the dark corridors...
The rest,
It's like they just left from your mind...
Death is in a state of reverence...
Right there, in front of you...
A knot in your throat that you can't swallow,
The breath you can't take,
Today is the day you can't forget, ever again.
There is also death,
When you ignore and forget...
You feel cold, on it's coldness,
You have to scrape,
Just that day, in every detail, to your soul...
There is also death,
Behind this time...
One step ahead of the rest of the time,
Silently waiting,
Right next to you...
There is also death,
In the last conversation,
At the last glance,
In the cruelest of separations...
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10-08-2019 Translation
PoetryThere is also death, In the last conversation, At the last glance, In the cruelest of separations...