Faint sounds of disembodied voices
Whosoever trodden this way
Reminding all mortals of choices
Beneath the luster of sunray
Dancing hollyhocks clinging to Spring
Swayed idle in the Summer breeze
Unaware the cool zephyr would bring
A gruesome shroud of Winter freeze
So when the final curtains have fallen
On years of a time gone by
What voices in unison are calling
Your place with the chorus up high.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What voices in unison are calling Your place with the chorus up high. Choices of this life........ very nice poem.......words and imagination and its combination to bring out the theme. liked ur poem very much. tony