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
Expressing myself through poetry
Expressing myself through poetry
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
Essays and opinions by Bina Shah
Spinnos Emmanuil
Philosophical Me
Professor Ashok Misra shares with you literary expressions.
Ordinary Africans Living Ordinary and Sometimes Extraordinary Lives.
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 :)