The place
so peaceful
so nice to see
wind blows to touch softly in my skin
so quietly
only a group of people
standing is not far from me
singing beautifully Church songs
Again.... i can feel the peaceful
How peaceful this place....
It's a cemetery
Then, i thought
How am i going to die later?
But i believe
I am going die with Him
Then, become a winner
I would love to...
Waiting for my real Bride
Hope, He is coming soon
Take me to fly away
Then, i am going to show my big smile
Going into my real palace
Because, i am a Princess of God kingdom
My Job as a servant has done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well, if it's 'he' then you are waiting for a groom, rather than bride... Interesting write... Makes me think of a cemetary in a healthy way - I also will end up there one day and I'm not worried about it at all...