On a dreary day
with a dreadful sky
Look up to pray
To the emptiness way up high
Pluck a flower from the ground
It crumbles in his hand
nothing stays alive within him
not love
not hate
So the ones around him
They only shun him away
Shun the kid that killed the flower
or did the flower really kill him?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem