if it is dark when I am dying
in the beauty of my last living night
if your afraid of the dark crying
no candle required just turn off the light...
when I leave spent down body left lying
behold beautified body will bright light the room bright
miss me days later I will leave you smiling
I left a few poems read vision soul bloom overnight...
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem