As a flower, a life does wither
Or like a glass a life does shatter
it's beauty and all that which have shone
are now but a memory of he who's gone
The loss being inevitable
the pain, incomprehensible
what comes after is only regret
the words, the things you never said
The experience so terrifying
the tears ever flowing
seems like a part of you is gone
like a part of you has been torn
from today, from hereon
slowly, we will move on
embrace life to the last breath
because what comes after is death....
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really sad....bt a butiful write...well penned indeed