After Death Poem by Christabelle Marinelarena
After Death
Now while my lips are living
Their words must stay unsaid
And will my soul remember
To speak when I am dead
Yet if my soul remembered
You would not heed it dear
For now you must not listen
And then you could not hear
A bit like Dickinson...I like its effective shortness. To confine something into a few lines is a talent to be proud of.
Interesting Christabelle. But it is true, because if we don't say it aloud while we are living, nobody will hear us after we are dead and gone. A very deep, interesting write. A 10+++++ and thank you for sharing. Love & hugs, Barara
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 2:19:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
interesting one...you got the point...well done...10