Death is when your loved ones depart,
It is a sharp pain to your heart...
Death is the reaper walking your way,
It is when a loved one has forever gone away...
Death is an eternal mansion or a celll,
It is a call to heaven or hell...
Death is a lesson to leard about,
It is a loss, without a dought...
Death is an unhappey thing to have,
It is unpleasant on anyones behalf...
Death is a lingering crow overhead,
It is a soul no longer being fed...
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I would like to translate this poem
sad that death effects us that way, but i don't i could say it better then that poem thanks for sharing