The sad wakes leaving
Yes………only petals of
A yellow tulip - pickled in a
Rose bed grieving
The loss of morning.
The mortician's flower
Strewn room sees
Roses bloom
And petal
Gaily.
The river rides them
And the water dyes them
Black and
Sadly its eyes
Are grimly weeping
Into the bank
Waking
The bees to buzzing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem