The tide recedes but leaves behind
Bright seashells on the sand
The sun goes down but
Gentle warmth still lingers on the land
The music stops and yet
It echoes on in sweet refrain
For every joy that passes
Something beautiful remains
each moment of life does leave its own imprint.. well said
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A truth so well captured. I really enjoyed reading it.