The wind whispers in the ear of the tree
As the leaves caress the air
The fragile wild flowers sway
Petals fall without a care
Your voice lingers around me
such a aura would make one hide
But theres no running from the feeling
Nor the memories kept inside
Such beauty would be an illusion
Yet such horror can be too real
When your heart has been raped
The bleeding is all you can feel
Forsaken flowers fall from trees to die
No strength to search for pure ground
Silently beauty rots away
None of the remains are found.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem