Connect me with the dead
I have a poem I want to render:
A short shoot of a midnight star
Passes me by eve she fall on thine grave
And I strip my heart to her
And say, 'I wish...'
I wish this world has held thee tight
And let thine light continue to light
Over her darkness
Like the sun and moon,
Or let thine drum continue to beat
To compose lyrics for her children.
And more, I will wish, and say,
I wish this world has wiped only the wastes
Like mother nature do
And let alone the virgins
Spend their breathes on her
Like a lullaby to her sleepless hatred
And more, I will wish, and say,
I wish for thine rebirth
In the breathes of this world
Because every time I look at her
I say to myself, I am living with the dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem