See me dying
By the death of midnight
When no sound breaks
Till the waters
Run dry along
Rock-filled rivers.
Dirges have been called forth
To mesmerize the gaze
That is not deep,
Shallow enough
To hold still
The veins of a leaf fallen
After the bough of a trunk
Breaks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sad poem but it could be other things besides life. i could imagine happening.thank you very much.md