Soon after the smokescreen clears,
the memories held of us...
our voices, our traits, our faces...
will fade with the setting sun;
Until our existence is reduced...
to merely a thought!
But soon after that's forgotten,
it'll be as if we never existed;
That is...if we ever did!
wicked kool...poetry, keep writing your almost good as me not just kidding.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let the philosopher within you live so that we can have more After Life(s) .