O' love of death be kind I have not found the way,
With you the path we walked, the air we breathed.
The night's are not the same since we as one both left,
And the scent is of the sea, lest we forget.
Hidden in the dark where we both sat and love
Was it the moon when full to see.
Together what we felt love kept us free,
And free we are the dead are tired and only
Wish to sleep, the living aren't.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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