i'll still smell the roses
so precious and sweet
the scented pine needles
as they hang from the trees
i'll still hear the lonely hounds
at night as they bay
see the sky far above me
be it blue or at times gray
then someone someday
will mention your name
and i'll feel regret in my veins
for in my heart your love remains
Yes life goes non. With the occassional flashback. Well putl hugs Jan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This had a low score, but I thought it was great! At least a 9. The last stanza brings up an interesting conflict and makes the poem. -chuck