A Famous Poem Spoiled Then Improved By English Rendering Poem by Morgan Michaels

A Famous Poem Spoiled Then Improved By English Rendering



Past rustic towns and seas
I've traced you to your
final resting place, my brother,
rehearsing in my heart the prayer
which I must say and you hear
because of what we are,
in order to be to be released.
Moist with tears and travel-worn
but bearing all things due
I come to bid you, brother,
now and forever, hail and farewell!

Thursday, February 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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