Yellow flowers to mark the passing,
of one blue girl whos laughter echos
the empty corners of this great building,
and the tears fall like stars,
when I think of being so far away from you,
and all these daisys and sweet daffodiles will bow there happy heads to death,
while the cardboard box of all these things we had together
rots in the temperate cold of the new fallen snow......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you transfer the emptiness onto the reader... too good.