The dying need but little, dear,--
A glass of water's all,
A flower's unobtrusive face
To punctuate the wall,
A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret,
And certainly that one
No color in the rainbow
Perceives when you are gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...............everyone must pass away someday, beautifully penned ★