You think you moves away from her spell
Times will some time in cruel manner will tell
Shalt the era will grasp from the Sieve
Akin to Sand throughout wrist tie
She is so beautiful one who die
Wish he never come alive
When thy sleep in her lap
All the world fail to entrap
Death is a blonde
On the hill above
She is the Destiny
Where ever you pass by
Whether We Win or We Lose
In The End We Walk Alone
The Life some time betray
At to Time there is no Pray
You Come to Death
Ask for the Shelterth
She Shall Welcome
With Arms Wide Open
Life Betrayed Even The Christ
Death accepted him with Pride
He clasp the power to live again
Thou prefer to love her no pain
He Who Live shall die
In The End, On the Death bed, he shall lie
Life is a companion who company till you alive
Death wait there where they no chyme
We curse Death
The Bitter Truth
We have the beauty as we die
Beauty is B’full as we shall say To All GOOD BYE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem..the beauty and bitterness of death lies...well..yea I think so...love it!