Walk with me through a cemetery
With old knotted trees
Where the wind whispers
Through the leaves
For eternity.
When I’m gone,
It will be a long time
Without kissing your hand,
Hearing the melody of your voice,
Or quietly watching you stand
Beside flowering garden plants.
If there is no reality
After this one,
I’ll still miss you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love the title 'walk with me' it invites the reader to get to know you, to understand you better.that last line was my favorite, very powerful. awsome job.