It's an illuminating city, D.C.,
Wth pretty spring tulips
In April.
There are yellow daffodils, too,
Flowing fountains and white
Stately columns on the hill.
Sunny pink cherry blossoms
Flutter, petals of peace
In the light wind.
Two brothers killed,
A cross and an eternal flame.
Nothing will ever be the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem