Listen so softly
Their voices are there
Whispered words that drift on the wind
I hear them again
As I did once
When I was young
And thought the world would not change
I hear them again
Calling me home
But I must remain
Today is here as there will be tomorrow
I hear them again
And I must stay.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very evocative lines, Paul...it seems to speak of the narrator, and yet becomes the reader's own story...