Long after my footsteps
Cease to walk this mortal Earth
And my physical being has turned to dust,
My presence will remain.
You'll hear my sighs
Among the trees;
Whispering in the wind...
A breathless caress
Against your cheek,
A fleeting thought
And shivers down your spine...
My voice singing in your memory...
Echos of who I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Debby. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.