Memories straying into view, taking me into depths of
hallways, filled with their everlasting paintings and
murals, being taken quietly into tomorrow's interior
halls of fame.
Never able to be destroyed or stolen by anyone on earth,
only death will be able to take them away, leaving me
stranded, coming into it's grasp, except for my soul
and it's spirituality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
everlasting paintings and murals, being taken quietly into tomorrow's interior halls of fame. great imagery!