"Let me take you there,
where you may feel the sun.
Come with me to somewhere,
where you'll have daily fun.
Take my cold hand,
come with me to a promise land."
Death sings its song a to dead boy,
human life is a fragile toy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great death poem! Reminds me a little of Don't Fear the Reaper from Blue Oyster Cult.
I'm glad you liked this poem, my friend kostas Lagos. Your cumpliment was really kind. Thank you so much.