The Vanishing
Like leaves on trees, we dance and sway,
In winds of time, we have our day.
Born to grow, to multiply,
But in the end, we all must die.
As leaves fall softly to the ground,
We too depart, no longer bound.
Leaving behind a trail of pain,
A whisper of hope, a silent refrain.
Others will follow the path we tread,
A carpet of memories, the living thread.
Beneath their feet, our legacy lies,
For in life's fleeting moments, everything flies.
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Posted: Apr 16
About this poem:
the poetry is part of my book called " the souls capturing city " it was originaly writen in Romanian, but i have translated it with the help an AI hopw that you will like it
Comments (6)
Yes. We all go the same path of departure.
Everything is temporary in life.
A carpet of memories, the living thread.
Beneath their feet, our legacy lies,
This is the writer's point of view. His gaze was deep and he summed up the words brilliantly. When a person chooses the right path and endures the pain here, whoever follows this path will be crowned with success and happiness, his suffering will be reduced, and his memory will be remembered with goodness. But if he takes the wrong path, he must admit it publicly so that whoever follows this path is not destined for failure and pain, and he is also reminded of the good. If he does that, he knows that he took the wrong path in his life and does not admit it, so he misleads those who follow him and is the cause of his failure and misery. He will be remembered with evil and cursed be he who follows the same path. This is the essence of life: recognizing the truth, whether good or bad