The Immortal Poem, by Miroslav Antić
I If they tell you - I am dead, and you held me dear to your heart, something inside you might suddenly turn to grey. Upon your lashes - the mist will land. Upon your lips - an ashy hint. Have you ever pondered what it means to be living? Have you ever pondered what it means to be dead? Like a snowflake in your warm palm, The child inside you will slowly Melt away. Worries… Why worry? Sadness… Why be sad? Upon the ladder of imagination into your youth, climb bravely. The ever-elusive rainbow is waiting beautifully, Out there for you to come. And live! Live your life to the fullest. Don't nibble at your days like a scared mouse. Chew the air with ample breaths, Chase after the winds and outfly the birds. For, every eternity is too short. That smile, the mirror reflects at you, will soon reveal your wrinkled face...