Watch me as I crumble
I'll break apart and die
Hear me as I'm screaming
I know you'll wonder why
Feel me as my body drops
You'll gently start to cry
Smell me as you often did
Your world fastly spinning by
Taste me as I vanish
into the air that now lies dry
Sense that I am dieing
and you won't have to say goodbye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Faith, terrific employment of all five senses in composing a truely melancholic write. Good stuff! Brian