When the Golden
standard of life
turns into a Lead one
that is what Dead has done
over and over again
like a shadow it catches
some flowers in a hush
-whom shone so bright-
seems it also snatches
a truest delight
as if for ever
takes her away
a way to pay
outlasted fight
and to say
by far
you are
outwitted! M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem