‚ÄčOur days are golden

And our nights are silver, 

Our thoughts they shiver

As our souls within smile. 

In cold hearts, minds burn

And on our hot souls, speech is chill

For we stop not to turn,

Breathe and take life in. 

Yet we crave, to feel

The world around us to see

Through our pores, our skin

And be one with death, our kin. 

                       Leonard Epidi.