When gaged I by death.
And gone through i threat.
Let beneath this grime.
This epitaph as alarm:
'Always keep shadows talen.
Only fades as it relent.
Dares it to sit mute.
And fades till the minute.
Reveal the world the revealed!
Poems composed I to heal.
Ones in line with virtues.
Attested to be by issues.
Anon to come demise
But clouding now semis.
To be what your epitaph?
Methinks only photograph? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem