Tonite, she lies
in silent cold
for the God who loved her
loved her soul.
he's taking her away
and laying her down,
he's taking her soul
from frozen ground.
And placing a stone
upon her grave,
He'l place that stone
in tears that rain!
By the dim
of dreary light he'l cry!
In fields
of withered grass, she'l ly!
And night will come
this night will bring!
the wretched sleep
and all i dream!
one last time, I'l see her there,
one last time
and never again! !
the soul
that was my mother
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It so cold ambient you set, and you know this piece has an emotion inside that makes readers feel it deeply..beautiful poem