When soft of voice i die
in wood you lay, he stays.
To play harps cord of grief
each note you play, i knew.
Bright 'Golden' ring,
you found around, i left.
One is held untill in love,
we meet in life again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely and so touching! very well penned.Thank you so much for sharing