When I shall die
And in my casket lie,
No more to hear
The songs I love so dear,
Lost in deep slumber
Gone will be my laughter,
And no more to weep
In my eternal sleep,
My eyes will be closed
Like a withered red rose,
I'll fade like the setting sun
But no, my writing's not yet done.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~08.01.16
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No more to hear The songs I love so dear, Lost in deep slumber Gone will be my laughter, And no more to weep In my eternal sleep, My eyes will be closed Like a withered red rose, Beautiful lines in the lovely poem. Thanks for the sharing of the poem.10 for it. Subhas