Summer's sun burns winter's grace
Coming in from bitter nothing.
All that happiness embraced
Swallows the surrounding.
Blackness now prevails all
Escaping this religion.
Abandoning a mortal soul
Leaving fragile bodies bleeding.
Tears blend in with drops of blood
Which meet on finely polished coffins.
Roses fall from grieving arms
As they hear a raven calling.
Nothing seems to outrun time
The hourglass is nearly empty.
A sombre wind will gently sigh
Forcing leaves to temble.
Seasons ominously pass
Withhold the temporary calmness,
Like careful steps on shards of glass,
For now the scene is flawless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem