Will my death be kind, and there I can't return,
The scent of her gardenia's, I raised up in the night.
And when the moon is full and bright, the sea
My path will find with her, alone and out of reach.
May Death be especially kind to you, James, but not visit you for a long time yet to come! Peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is very knd to you - at least to your grave And your poem I t is poetry and I love it even if I don't understand it. 10+++++