With memories of the fallen
We acknowledge those paths that will never be crossed
The grief within blackens in time
Tears are no longer our consolation
Time has no meaning and reality seems only a word...
Words. Words that will never be spoken
Merely a whisper can escape these lips
But even then it's picked up and deafened by the wind..
The lonely wind with it's eternal dances
Dancing onto nothing and everything.
And suddenly the dancing stops-
welcoming the gentle falling of petals upon the lake's glassy surface...
Still, silent waters can never disturb
They listen, watch but not interfere.
Here swans sing their farewell song.
The most faithful of creatures
Mourning loved ones
And knowing that they'll be joining them
once their act is over.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem