Black month
Bitter like bitter leaf
Carrying casket
Of mortality
Clandestine-
Like hidden shell of snail
Crawling to
Sweet oblivion
I remember your song:
'Sa....cre.....d Hear...t of Je.....su.....s'
I remember your slogan:
G.T.& P
O! November, your November
Dark woods
A foe of the night
Gentleman of death
You stood still like a rock
And turned off
The music of life
To Heavens' gate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Black month Bitter like bitter leaf