Breaths are closing down, you say
is it death or love , I wonder
which is better which is worse
to answer , I am torn asunder .
Both free you from life , yes
both come , at their own call
both may lift you to the greatest heights
both may , lead to your fall .
Whose day it is , I do not know
but some footsteps can be heard
for both of them scream in silence
and make no use of any word .
(Poem and photograph)