My Epitaph (4-7-93)
Let you who read these lines mourn not the burden of this tomb. Mourn not the withering of this flower but celebrate its bloom. That petals fall is not a shame, new blossoms now are given room.
Let you who read these lines mourn not the burden of this tomb. Mourn not the withering of this flower but celebrate its bloom. That petals fall is not a shame, new blossoms now are given room.