Through the darkness of an old building
you can sometimes hear the whispers
of those who have stayed before,
whose lives have long passed,
but who come back to see
what they left behind,
recapturing the memories
of their yesteryears.
Not to scare us, but to let us know
we still have a life to come
after we have come and gone.
11 October 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem