Cannot brave
These storms
No more
Broken yacht
And have
no stores
On this lonely
Rock I will
Perish soon
No will to chill
You will find
pieces of me
Floating away
With memory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem on death every line rhyming thee death Read That's how sun dies by me on same topic..thank for the lovely description of death