I would not mind dying
If it could be as gentle
As magnolia petals drop
And turn from milk
To bronze to brown
In slow increments of shade,
But even slower lose their softness;
And as they stiffen,
Curl inward to themselves.
The specific details and description from lines four through nine raise this poem above the ordinary. This is a wonderful write.
Sweet is the title and marvelous are the first three lines! Wonderful poem,10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what wonderful imagery... slow gentle death....although I personally would prefer it to be like lightning! !