By Thomas Page
This is a series of poems of words that do not directly translate into English. I have tried to capture the essence of the word in a poem.
Peace is what is desired,
Peace is what is pursued,
Peace is what is tainted by losing you.
Life is what is peaceful,
Life is what is hopeful,
Life is what is broken by missing you.
Death is what is hated,
Death is what is mistaken,
Death is a curse I don’t want hexed to you.
Hope is what drives me,
Hope is what drives you,
Hope is the waters leading me to you.
Bury me before it has a chance to take you.