Dress me up like a bride in white
Lift up the curtains and let in the light
Never let your cheek bedew a tear
as the last of my days are drawing near
rose up my cheeks and paint my lips red
For I was dead alive, and now alive dead
Let in the light! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gives me hope . This is good