She sits in forgotten memories
Waiting (her century looming)
For her family cloaked in white hair
Residents of the graveyard
In winter's solitude
They call to her
On the grey wind
Sweeping her cobwebbed world.
1: 53 PM
26/4/2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Residents of the graveyard. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thanks Edward