In a corner are some shelves
holding just some simple things
an old Bible and a cross
and an angel's yellowed wings
Binders full of thoughts and dreams
neatly put in ordered rows
long gone long forgotten times
where they went nobody knows
There's an urn of dark gray hue
silent solemn and alone
holding ashes of a soul
who once sang with golden tone
In my day I seldom go
seeking out the long ago
most of what I had is gone
yet those golden sounds stay on
In a corner are some shelves
holding just some simple things
an old Bible and a cross
and an angel's yellowed wings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'An angel's yellowed wings', 'those golden sounds stay on', Liilia so so moving, so emotional, very lovely.