Fly through the heaven
Feel so cold and frozen
In this weird mysterious place
Landing spot of human race
Souls are being with them
So relax and have no problem
White feathers of a dove
A fulfillment I can have
There I met this holy man
Then he told me, I am his son
There is nothing but a heaven's gate
Well it's a haste, through a twist of fate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem