I reached the last page of my diary
Now I write on the night skies
My words whistle through the wind
And on every leaf of every tree
Through eternal echoes
You shall remember me
poetry and some more
poetry and some more
I reached the last page of my diary
Now I write on the night skies
My words whistle through the wind
And on every leaf of every tree
Through eternal echoes
You shall remember me
What Lies Beneath It All?
Nicole
Beyond the Beyond
The sensory pleasures and earthy delights of gardening.
A memorabilia of my experiences throughout of PLAYING ALONG rather being PLAYED ALONG.
Adventure - Photography - Travel
I love this!
💜
Thank you very much :)
Your writing on the night skies are visible even from where I am… and you are right, it is not possible to forget you… Beautiful words, beautiful thoughts…
Dear Sonya,
What a lovely poem, with many layers. It pays to listen to the wind.
All good wishes,
robert
Nice poem :)