I breathe deeply
Inhaling prana
Expanding my lungs
Filling them with life force
With the energy
That created the universe
In an exploding gaseous exhalation
Of everlasting expansion
I smell the perfume of
Orange blossoms and gardenias
Heavy & cloying as damp earth
The dead wet petals scattered across the lawn
Crushed & bruised
Creamy white turning black around the edges
& In my hands
Red roses
Dripping over my casket
Pressing down
Suffocating me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! An unexpected, rather Edgar Allan Poe sort of conclusion to a superbly penned description. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥