Even the stars, at long last die,
And when they do, fall from the sky.
Such is the case with a human heart,
Built imperfect, from life departs.
But a glorious soul, will never die,
Though it may wander through the skies.
It will outlive the stars that shine,
For a soul mirrors the divine.
4/3/11 Alton Texas
this is beautiful mr Juan, so true. please check out my poems an tell me what you think.keep up the good work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deeply moving poem, glad I found this one! ! !