Just to fly a flag at half-mast
and lay a mourning wreath
do not disturb my morning
Watching common misconceptions
I'm sick of getting old.
Look at a martyr's leaving
And finish an unfinished thing
when you see it
in his leaving.
To sow same seeds is
to ache for fallen flowers
And to do what he'd be doing is
to salute him in the truest.
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I would like to translate this poem
That is a nice poem dear, George. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.