Death, fright, woe,
anyway we will go.
No more things to worry about,
yet won't ever be able to shout one last time.
Dying, you shall be mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yeah, but not now you are very young for that, , , , , very emotional poem, , , , short, simple but full of meaning and feeling....nice piece! keep up! regards jhane