was she in love, I do not know
she lost her way so long ago
the night was cold in late September
she traveled far, where spirits stray
consumed by ghosts she could not slay
her soul was just a dying ember
still I recall a better day
when she would weep and she would pray
she is the one I will remember
was she in love, I'll never know
I call to her where wishes grow
in dreams that bring a sweet surrender
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Her soul was lost A dying ember...love is a strange feeling. Lost love is never forgotten. It makes us nostalgic n sad. But at the same time its remembrance gives us a kind of joy. This poem evokes emotions n memories. Well penned.
Thank you. Glad you liked it. One of my goals is always to make the reader feel what I feel. I am happy to have a reader who understands what I am projecting.