The small poem
Anna, You were a flower
with your heart you looked
at the stars
at trees in the garden
you bathed in the dew
you have cuddled your
head so beautifully
like luck
Lady Gorienko, You werethe
flower
you liked everyone
You did not know suffering or regret
you died in the dark
trampled crushed destroyed
like the earth and a man
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem