it is enough
that the secrets
lay there
inside the coffin
the shreds of our
flesh
the sanctity of our
broken bones
it is enough
that those who do
not really know
shed their tears
as offering for
a good ending
the silence of the
flowers
as adornments
the final steps
feeding towards
the grave
do not tell what
are those
what we did
how we did them
for what they do not
know
shall not hurt them
let those who are alive
and happy
remain to be so
before we are finally
forgotten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem