waves were crashing and ebbing away
Sung to the day with their night and day,
clouds were floating and the sky was blue
To serve as a young soul with a hue.
flowers dangling in the air
a widow stand still with her open hair.
she stood like a statue tears in her eyes
Across the grave streams of summer skies.
before the grave of her beloved son
she left a rose and took out the cold handgun,
pointing at her forehead she pulled the trigger
a voice whispered in her ear 'it's the end no more fear'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem