May the sky be a purple haze
May the sun eclipse.
May dove cry as the fly over the sky.
As we all say farwell to a Prince.
Farewell purple one you will be missed
but never real gone for you were a musical poet
and your words will forever live on.
Even long after all of us have joined on that heveanly stage
your music and lyrics purple flame will still burn for future ones
to engaged.
Because poets never die our word are our eternal flame.
Flame on purple - flame on forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem