Snow fell that somber morning.
It seemed as if each snowflake fell for her.
The blue lips of the mourners,
Thier warm breathe showing in the cold.
They were letting out a visible sadness,
for her warm breathe was no more.
She existed for what seemed like a single moment.
She was there, she was loved....
and then she was gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sad. just right for a funeral. i like it.