She arrived with the light,
a wild rose blooming under the sun's delight.
She departed with the last breath
of the withered stems that kiss the Earth.
I killed her,
just like I killed them all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seven tears, one for each day of the week, one for each face that's passed to eternity...But, don't forget that you can't kill what's immortal! CeCe