I have witnessed something;
In heavens above, on earth below.
life can be authentic except it's not.
There is a cliff awaiting me;
comforts me to grasp the stars,
giving me serenity.
I seek no one as I
Glance at my past so quick.
Is there a Spirit watching me
at this edge of the world.?
Will my footprints remain
And breath be by taken
by the breeze.?
As the stars show; the
spectacle is a miracle.
The universe glimpsed me there.
Near me the clouds stirring;
Above me bliss; under me
no more sorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Will my footprints remain ......nnnnnooo they will be left as portions of sands of time if you r a celebrity only then And breath be by taken by the breeze.? .....yes once you can't breathe your breath will also freeze.... like the icy breeze ...why this doubt poet....we all are images electronically only for some time only