Among living.
Yes he continues on kicking.
Through the hard times.
Through the sad times.
Times, times so fast.
Never slow enough to ask for it to wait.
One chance, one break it all we seem to ever have.
A choice to breath deeper, breath harder.
To cling on just a little bit longer.
The dream of seeing smiling your face.
Tempting as the lord grace.
But the life is not mine to take.
Never was, as faith says just because.
A purpose beyond purpose.
One most can not see.
No it is not destiny, or fate.
Even in all there magical persona.
It us that makes them.
Not the other way around.
Even when kicked like a dog, and knocked to the ground.
We can get back up, knowing and smiling there might be more coming.
But knowing that in end when its all over.
We did all we could.
And it is only thing that really matters.
That is the spirit of my love.
Everlasting even when it already should be destroyed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem