so much, so sad
It's a pitty you died
your face will be forgotten
your joy brisk away with the coming breeze
your unwriten philiosophy
will be pass down and mess up
and become the rules of the crocked
your bones rotting or burned will
be apart of the grass, the food, and
the manuer. you will be lost
forever
But don't be lonely we all will
join you. and be lost forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intresting take on death....I liked it though.