You wanted a beautiful death,
Where the birds are singing,
And trees are dancing,
And the wind is whistling songs.
And the clouds are near
And the sky is clear
And I will be there
Digging your grave for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A refined poetic imagination, Cheska Gamata. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.