That day I will Never Forget
Sitting quite all alone in the dark
She was hiding her face with her long dark hair
The sound of her weeping was quite strange
I talk to her but she never reply
Red water was flowing all around
I reach my hand to see who she was
Oh Ghost! She was shading blood
Jesus Christ My Love was shading blood..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem