The cautionary vision beyond the hills
Flows through the river of my mind and it spills
I head above and don’t look back
You’ve been great but carry the sack
Like sand you disappear through my fingers
Though your soft touching words lingers
An everlasting glow is all that I will know
Until the dawn cracks and the vision will show
The tapping of the past peeps through your window
A final reminder of the memory you are about to let go
A rush of cold brushes through your spine
Look through the old pages and draw the final line
Farewell to the whistling bird
Let her sing but Let it free
Let the past be nothing but a memory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem