Eyes closed.
Lying straight.
Hands folded.
Censers swing.
Smoke crawls.
Music low plays
Funereal
slow.
Often think I
Often image I
Age from behind
Prompts.
Grins.
Sarcastic.
Hid from the tears of mourners
Flowers
Wreaths.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem