These days I spend alone
with only a memory
of you in my head
remembering you here with me
when we use to have a home
But what use to be
is now only a ghost
of a past long ago
before I had to let you go
Like every Angel
with your wings spread
reaching for the sky
it was time for you to fly
Spiritwind-2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
......although sad, the ending is especially beautifully ★