Let every kiss
be the last every time
its the only way you'll be grateful
Like the road you've traveled times before
Forget the memories
that you have but stored
Let it remain a path of ash
that with every moment
like a breeze,
wipes your footsteps
from its caste
Let it all be your first
let it be your only.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I see you are new here. You are definitely in the right place. You know kids do this.....as if each time is the first time. The way we are reminded to behave toward God, as little children. Perhaps when each prayer is answered we will be just as grateful as we were the first time too.