Nobody will hear you dead.
It may be
in time
someone will remember
something you said.
Someone will forget.
Death is not an end to a beginning.
It unseams existence.
Einstein is running,
just ahead of darkness.
very nice to go through....... and truth is bitter...............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah, but your words live on after your death. Your written poems, short stories, novels, journals, etc. People can read them and 'hear' you. You will also live on after your death, but that's another story...