perhaps angels with black cloak
from deep within this mantle of green
are back in their graveyard to sleep
perhaps God's light have struck their souls...
and now on the daylight's hour
they maybe grieving, screaming their cries
Karma goes fast like thunder
blooming like wild flowers on the season of spring
and bites like ant, sting like bees
it swirls on the ancient lake of abyss...
06-19-10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem heavenly thoughts penned in a beatiful way