Remembering brief instants of happiness; a bird taking wing;
Sunset behind a hill, my father's voice.
Some dreams that almost walked by my side; one peaceful night.
The fugitive moments when my existence felt right.
Homecoming or healing. More life to be lived than liven.
More love to give than ever to be given.
Copyright: Rani Turton
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem