Dark night it was...
Still i see her carrying that poem i wrote her...
She laughs and press it on her heart...
I shake my head looking out of my heart...
Laughing at the maid who died for my poem...
I face her and gallantly smile...
She runs jumping for a rose on the tree...
Waving the letter into the heaven...
Laughing her echoes away..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem