Here, lies are laid waste;
So much smoke and mirrors
Left to decay and fade away.
The truth speaks
In light of day from the
Flowered graves of those
Death has claimed with equal ease.
I am left to follow
But one voice
That leads me from within.
May such a love
Bring me all the way home someday;
Yet still remain a blossom in
The hearts I will leave behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem