Silence warm the tomb '
When the quake is numb;
And the soul gone.
Now, the bones are alone.
Idling about in franchise casket '
Smiling of the orbs roses bracket;
Spread its scent to living memories '
To a lost harmonies;
Then the dreams,
Seems swimming as one in the stream! !
Dawn shall be awfully cold '
How it is destined to grow old;
Cut short in flowery bald '
Who was just a rudy lad;
With a shoulder ladden with dreams '
But now for him elders shall scream;
For him mothers shall cast their dust '
Watching with eyes with tears far lost;
Who shall cry '
But in fury.
I like how his poems have a happy mood to them but they don't rhyme and poems have to rhyme, , , , , , , w.w.w.n.o.w.3.7.c.o.m
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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