It was the day the sun died
The earth buried the corpse
In its oceans to be cleaned,
I go on collecting marigolds
In a string to be placed on
The calm surface of placid water
And pray for the dawn to break.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The pathos therein does stir the heart... this poem is poetically impressive too...thanks for presenting this work here