Lick your thumb
and hold it in the wind
as long as it takes
to dry
thats how long it will take
to be forgotten...
Ash and dust
hold it in the wind
when its blown away
forever I'll sway...
There will be no wreath
no tear nor headstone
to the netherworld
the dead be gone...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a dark eulogy Michelle! but beautiful nonetheless... but surely love is always remembered... right?