A breeze upon my cheek,
A whisper in my ear,
A momentary glimpse,
Of something truly dear.
The colors of the sunset,
The shadows on the ground,
The symphony of nature,
A beauty that astounds.
The scent of blooming flowers,
The taste of summer fruit,
The feeling of pure joy,
The memories take root.
Life is a precious gift,
A fleeting moment in time,
Embrace its every facet,
Before it passes by.
So let us live each day,
With purpose and with love,
For when the end draws near,
We'll fly like a dove.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem