The day when my present will have no significance over my past
I would be remembered for what I was
No time would be left to repent for my flaws
Would be the day when my soul will cease it’s fast
Through this piece of art I would always be with you
It will make you feel as if I am still somewhere inside you
And this rhyme has been written just a second before
By someone special who is now no more
Being a part of everything you do
I would never die but merge somewhere inside you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perfect description of how the soul lives on, though the body dies. Good insight.10 for your efforts. You have beautiful talent. I hope that you continue writing.