Bloody Petals
In my palm
I had promised
You no harm.
What a pretty flower
Plucked too soon
Born at dawn and
Dead by noon.
My pretty bud with
a crimson smile
You nearly bloomed
For a while.
These petals I place
on your grave
Little innocent life
I couldn't save.
flowers are no where, petals r dead, but fragrance which u had from them, is everlasting...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I lost a little angel the day she was born as well, wow, no wonder I can relate to your poetry.