A thin veil
Separates our reality from the next.
I have a small circle of friends who know
My premonitions have a way of unfolding.
You can sense it in moments of transcending.
It’s in those times when the veil is lifted.
I dreamed my destiny the other night.
I feel no pain as I, my Spirit, walks away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem