the darkness is getting closer
each day is getting longer
for our time
was short
as the darkness gets closer
memories of you reappear
of the days we spent to gether
will alway hount me for
ever
your death cut me deep
as i can not live this
life without you
as for when my death comes i shall
be with you agen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem