Life is amazing
in that
it makes us forget....
but even ashes
are sometimes
cried over...
sometimes
even for
a very long
time
tell me more
the name
of that ash?
for whom shall
you grieve?
for whom
you have loved?
for whom
you have died?
for whom
you have lived again....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem