A voice like distant echoes,
carrying the weight of forgotten stories,
singing of love, loss, longing.
Each note a thread in time,
weaving past into present,
Latino whispers flowing like a river.
Her songs do not fade-
they linger in the air,
in the spaces between heartbeats,
in the quiet ache of remembering.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem