Close youre eyes and drift to sleep
I bite my lip as i start to weep
Clasping your hand, i hold you tight
As i wish you a seet goodnight
Up comes the sun
A new day has begun
Stretching out my arms to touch
But what i saw became too much
Gone is your radiant colour of red
To my grief youre gone your dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It makes negative emotions though it makes me happy to recite.