In reason I found that the sky could never touch the ground. That the trees could never touch the clouds. But they remember them. As we live and breathe sometimes it happens to be we misinterpret often times the most important of our human physce.
Sometimes we spend our entire existence looking for answers and pushing the blame yet we question who it is who plays the game?
Often times I wonder, gazed in aw at a gallery of stars. If they too will remember me? How could something so magnificent forget? The years we shared and the time we spent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Starset - If they too will remember me? Thank you for all your work, here.