a voice that goes,
can mean time lost,
the ocean waves,
one is at home with nature,
so blue and clear,
calm or stormy,
it is always there,
no-more steps will you feel,
when the time comes to reach,
the resting place,
in the loving arms of the,
lord above,
the Golden light that,
awaits with the ones,
who love and need you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
allow the heart to beart, and the voice sing with pride