As simply as death itself
Each time I die...you sigh
And all my veins
Tremble in its breeze...
You have gone
Leaving an image
More beautiful
Than imagination itself....
I hear you from afar
I feel the soft whirling
Of your body
In the short winds
Between the dusty hills...
I was once there....
And still thinking about you...
COPY WRITE©2009
and still thinking about you........... beautiful lines and covered well in brief...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i really like this poem, its and has alot of meaning and depth to it: D 10/10