Dainty sunlight sprinkles
on shadows dancing
corsets soon discarded.
Dew blankets tender petals
Misty morning
breeze sweet with nectar and bees
necks severed
wedding bouquet massacre
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beauty must come to the end to fulfill its purpose... to be adore, to be love to be remembered and part of sweet memories.... Beautiful poem for a beautiful subject of life! ! !