When I have gone, please do not cry,
Shed not a single tear.
Do not ask the question, why?
Or harbor any fear.
For I shall soar, above the clouds,
And tread the Milky Way.
Cast off these tiresome earthly shrouds,
Among the stars to play.
These jewels that light up the sky,
Shall be my resting place.
With silken wings, I'll learn to fly,
A smile upon my face.
The only legacy I leave,
Are these few words I write,
So, please, I beg you, do not grieve,
I go to join the light.
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Owain Glyn
Great lines, with the wonder of the skies above, to have so much fun!
Aha dats a marvelous starry poem! Your words esp if yor flow is so fine will continue to shine n sparkle poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ascended like a will o the wisp a fine piece with classical styling.