Where do our atoms go away to
When there is no one left to love them;
When the molecules have broken apart?
What does life have in store
Once the living is done with;
Was it all just for nothing?
Did our life have anything real to say;
Does time forget our name,
Does love forget our memory-
And do we forget even ourselves?
Written to Azure (Celletti-Roedelius) by Alessandra Celletti
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem