Butterfly on the wing,
Birds in the distance
ring out their songs of love.
Spring is back! .
But, in my hand I hold a card
The contents of which are very hard
to believe.They tell of Death.
But THEY, who spoke of this before,
Had no fear - they would not
still be here.
So is that THEY,
in some other form that lifts our hearts,
Telling us that they are
EVER NEAR.
I would that it were so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem