you made love to her and she's too young
to handle her own death
you leave her vanquished
and you keep the world blind with your poetry
she was too young to know how a beautiful world ends
the flowers of her youth in the garden wilt
you keep the world blind but soon the dragonflies shall come
it may not be too late
let some flowers cover her tomb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem