I was here once,
walking streets that never paused,
speaking words that faded
before they were heard.
The wind still moves without my breath,
the sun still rises without my witness.
Nothing stops,
nothing waits.
If you remember me,
let it be in quiet moments,
a shadow at dusk,
a sigh in the tide,
a name unspoken but not forgotten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem