Shadows of my being will be seen by some after I'm gone from
this life, heart, soul and compassion never die in the minds
of other people after we are gone.
Some may call them ghosts, but they are merely shadows of
memories of what we once were when alive, some feelings can
still be felt in other's memories whenever they think of us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem