Soaking up the sights, the smells
A drizzly Autumn day
Stepping through. Unheard thereafter
For myself, to answer:
'What became of him? ' Rumourous.
'That door of mist, beyond?
Relegated to realms, ghostly
For lost souls, none can free'?
A beautiful poem... appreciated the magnificent expression...5 stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellently worded, bit haunting but loveliest told 5 Stars full, Sir!
Thanks so very much again