A halo of light
circles the soul
A chorus of sound
echoes the voice
A powerful will
takes hold of the mind
The air becomes empty and dry
a breath is not to be found
A loose lifeless mass
is left behind
Memories of myself...
Once upon a time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting memories. Read mine - Guyana Voices - Adeline