When I was told you went away.
I was not sure what to say.
I wondered how long you would be gone.
When you were coming back.
But now I know you could never do that.
You're gone.
You're not here.
You're not there.
You're nowhere to be found.
You're dead.
Laying in your coffin.
Like Sleeping beauty sleeps in her bed.
R.i.P!
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I would like to translate this poem
very emotional you are what i find in your poems. keepon.