Compared to eternity,
life is to long one last song.
I have struggled to learn them all.
Death does as well here play chess.
Alternate is each reality,
where colours like brown are not green.
And up through each bush,
grows a tree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi iip.... Sad music I heard your voice, This is not like you! is everything OK? :) Tsira