Death poems
Beloved ...
One day when I will die ...
Bearing feathers and wings like angels
And will soon end my story
When the rest of my breath stop border of time ...
When it was my time to go ...
Let no tears dolor
Because you will break my wings wailed
go my dreams of travel peak,
When the messenger embrace this spirit.
Wipe your tears ...
Despite continued to spark you grief over my absence,
I'll never go back,
And really do not want to return.
Let my soul calm passed ...
In the warm embrace of angels wings
Merengguk wine pseudo freedom
Among the stack of weights actions
I hope ...
The bodies of my death with a smile you dressing
Immerse the opposite land full of sincerity
Accompanied my departure with a prayer
Maybe it will lighten my burden
Let this tomb to witness ...
That I've wandered through the valley of dreams
An instant smile sweetly merengguk worldly sin
Who now lives amid stiff rawhide stretched lonely ...
Will kunanti yourself in front of the gates of eternity ...
Perhaps in anticipation of this ...
There is still a gap
to realize the thirst of longing in the lake of love
Beloved ...
One day when I will die ...
Bearing feathers and wings like angels
And will soon end my story
When the rest of my breath stop border of time ...
When it was my time to go ...
Let no tears dolor
Because you will break my wings wailed
go my dreams of travel peak,
When the messenger embrace this spirit.
Wipe your tears ...
Despite continued to spark you grief over my absence,
I'll never go back,
And really do not want to return.
Let my soul calm passed ...
In the warm embrace of angels wings
Merengguk wine pseudo freedom
Among the stack of weights actions
I hope ...
The bodies of my death with a smile you dressing
Immerse the opposite land full of sincerity
Accompanied my departure with a prayer
Maybe it will lighten my burden
Let this tomb to witness ...
That I've wandered through the valley of dreams
An instant smile sweetly merengguk worldly sin
Who now lives amid stiff rawhide stretched lonely ...
Will kunanti yourself in front of the gates of eternity ...
Perhaps in anticipation of this ...
There is still a gap
to realize the thirst of longing in the lake of love