The beautiful ones that pass me by
I can hear them talk I can see them smile
And now I know no one ever dies
This poem is made of handprints
Each unique web if human lines
I can see them sealing transcendence writs
And now I know no one ever dies
This poem is made of lips
Faithful to the words soul spoken signs
I can see them vanish within a kiss
And now I know no one ever dies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem