I found it
A lone feather on the lawn...
the evidence that a greay dove
was here, earlier
Doves cannot speak
my language,
but this dove told me
for certain, that it was here
by leaving the feather....
Will future travellers find some
piece of me
and know that I existed?
Will my soul linger in an object
treasured by following generations?
Will this immense love which lives
in me find a vacuum in which it can
exist for eons to come?
I do not have a feather to leave
you, my love
I speak a different language
my legacy
is You.
Yuri-your simple, sensual, pure and honest poetry is a discovery for me. I almost never comment on poems. Never, in fact. These touch me. They reach off the page and whisper in my ear. John
Your poems are exquisitely breathed. I would like you the read one of mine which has the same though as this one. Called Who Am I. These have some of the same thoughts as Shakespeare’s Sonnet 17. Wonderful. Adeline
Oh, my goodness! i screamed, Yuri, after reading this work of sky-blue beauty. What do I leave behind that I may be remembered, that that someone, or anyone, might know I was here. You are here in your poems, they are eternal ever searching (and enriching) the hearts of humans. With warm memories this memorable feather on the lawn gets my 10
Certainly your beautiful poems will linger to make you immortal.
Exquisite contemplative tribute – ‘my legacy is you’ is stated perfectly! 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your poems leave an inextinguishable fire, a mark that will survive, a love that lingers...beautiful as always...