اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Through Bloom-blades
In a grave grove
Lay on the bones
Feel deep with the leaves
Linger in meadows and spring-plains
Through bloom-blades the dead utter
Hear the bones collide
Feel when night runs through into deeper shadows
Only flowers this july
Wait here in summer's breath
