Death comes so easily
in this forbidding summer
that i will not ponder over
there wont be any sunshine over my grave
there wont be any shade over it
no grace shall come to steal my peace
no tears will be shed
no glory will be sang
just an empty abode for my empty soul.
very beautiful and lovely, empty abiode, empty soul, good writing, go on.. I invite you to read my poems and say something.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death and pessimism was always a theme for the philosophers to think and write. you as a poet belong to this philosopher's group. thank you very much dear poet.