Spirit Of A Woman Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
Spirit Of A Woman
I heard her crying
But when I turned around
There was no one there
And all I could hear was the wind
Then her voice echoed once more
I looked but again; saw nobody
Was I in a dream?
Or was it real?
Then the rain began to pour
I saw a glimpse of an indigenous woman
Holding a dead baby
Still comforting it, as though, it was alive
As she faded away
Her voice repeated the sorrowful cry
As the rain stopped
There was no sound then
Not even the wind
Soaked, I walked to the camp
Then I heard the story
Well, this is a really good poem without a doubt. Kind of freaked me out. I thought I saw the ghost too
Then the rain began to pour I saw a glimpse of an indigenous woman Holding a dead baby Still comforting it, as though, it was alive As she faded away.What a touching poem dear Leeann. loved reading it. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 12:22:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Such immense sadness! Yet...beauty and hope!