with one last chance to be alive
how do I ready myself for death
I quietly watch the pulse of wind
and feel the rush of air like breath
my window rattle is a drum
the sound is like a beating heart
the visions that surround me here
will soon appear to play their part
the tossing trees in ecstasy
are greeted by a moonless night
they cannot see they cannot feel
they do not curse the dying light
to touch each moment passing by
can only help the soul break free
I touch and taste and know the wind
that's all that I may clearly see
it is nice poem...10 i believe now but question is how? i shall knot know when i leave this world and go
Excellent writing Barry Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A magnificent heart-rending write, Barry. Bravo!