Voices of the living
Faces of the dead
Shadows of their souls
In my head
Spirits walking
to the light of glory
looking down
on a world in mourning
Mourning for the living
not the dead
[Mourning for the living] What an amazing poem! ! ! I can relate many things here! ! ! 10+++
David, what a special and great write. U have made me think on a spiritual and deep level which I love. It is true, that people do not realize the spirits are not in mourning, but feeling glorious and still living even though they cannot be seen and are not among the living.
It's a nice poem. I like the following stanza most Voices of the living Faces of the dead Shadows of their souls In my head Thanks for sharing.
nice poem, this life is like a dead body if it is unable to move.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is liberty that means..living is like dying..wish it were reverse. Great, complicated though!