Conversations
long past.
Those
before.
Long
gone.
Walked
the world
as we do
now.
Trod
the same
paths.
Their
sounds
and
thoughts
resonate
still.
Found
in the
world of
the here
and now.
Conversations
passed along.
Thoughts,
ideas
taking root.
Their
essence
found.
Moving
through.
Their
time,
existence
not a
waste.
Leaving
behind.
Passing
forward.
A bit of
who they
where!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful and wise. A truthful gift, for mind and soul a prize.
So kind. Thank you.