Heaven's just another grave
silent watch of autumn grey
where spirits lodge and stay,
until the lavish light of day.
Heaven's just another grave
silent sea for souls to sail,
where angels drown and pray
until there are no words to say.
Heaven's just another grave
silent echo disturbing the air,
where from tide, you can't evade
until you're dead and gone away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
silent echo disturbing the air, ______________> good image... er.... good aural... er... I like this!