Heap not on this mound
Roses that she loved so well:
Why bewilder her with roses,
That she cannot see or smell?
She is happy where she lies
With the dust upon her eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lot of truth in this short write. Really when we cover a grave with flowers, we don't do it for the deceased. We do it for ourselves. Very introspective piece.