I miss them dearly,
In the ebb and flow of time
t truly their verse whispers secrets
that echoes of a bygone era's radiance
noe fleeting as the dawn's first light -
Their beacons shone bright, guiding us through
the labyrinth of life's uncertainty
a symphony of words, a dance of souls
ephemeral as the morning dew -
In the vast expanse of cyberspace
their ideas swirled, a maelstrom of creativity
a kaleidoscope of emotions, a dance of words so fine
woven from threads of passion, love, and strife -
Now, like ripples on a tranquil lake
their legacy remains, a haunting serenade
In the depths of memory, their verse resides
a bittersweet reminder of what's been lost
a longing for the beauty they've bestowed
a testament to the power of the human spirit
a shining light that flickers still
Illuminating the darkness, a beacon to guide us through
oh, how I miss their words, their wisdom, their fire
a burning flame that lit the way, a heart's desire
to connect, to love, to live, to be
their poetry a reflection of humanity's essence, wild and free.
Poets: Daniel Brick, Fabrizio Frosini, Susan Williams, Kelly Kurt, M. Asim Nehal, Jawad Akhtar, Rajnish Manga, Bri Edwards, David, Valsa, Geeta, Aarzoo and the list is long......
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I would like to translate this poem
A fine poem! We are indeed at lack of great poets in this time.