She went so, young
I still haven't heard what happened.
All I know is
there are pregnant moments where
you should fill up your lungs
draw in fresh, abundant air.
But at times right out of the blue,
Death, herald's silence to a song
removal of a dream, that golden tune
that wasn't yours or hers for very long.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem