My poetry : Let there be no noise in this death
Want a quiet pure death
Let there be no noise in this death
Let the wind blow in peace
Let there be joy in death but not celebration.
What does it mean to survive?
What to get and what not to get
Why go to war?
I understand just waiting for death.
Counting the stars in the sky is not my nature
I live on the soil people do
I wanted to build a hut in the forest,
There is no problem if i do not get living food.