They died a death
Like the blossom
that falls from the trees
Like a leave in Autumn
that first changes colour
and after that
drops onto the floor to rot away
They died a death
like any other death
that died before
And yet
death has no meaning
to us living souls
But one day
death will also knock on our door
in the same way as he has knocked
on so many doors before
One day death will knock on our door... bold line....10 rating dear poet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One day death will also knock your door. Well said