ህድደን ዎርልድስ - Hidden World's
I have not spoken like this becase.
I had no way of knowing
if after thousands of years you could
still read this language.
After your death I could not go on my love.
So I had them bury me alive next to you
untill your return my love.
እ ሃቭኤ ኖት ስፖቀድ ሊቀ ትህስ።
Monday, December 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: green