The Cemetery
Rows upon rows of headstones,
All once loved and cherished by family,
Now just dead flowers remain.
By Christopher Tye
Now just dead flowers remain! ! Life and death. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your haiku touched me.Yes, when the beloved ones are gone, we always imagine they would turn into some flowers eternally opening by their resting place.