Sitting in a field of roses
Thoughts of death in my mind
If only I could let go
Freedom I wish to find
Hiding in a secret place
Daydreaming of serenity
So strong are life’s restraints
Tell me, where do I belong?
Walking through a snowy forest
Distracted by thoughts of the afterlife
How I long to leave here
But how can I disappear?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Roses=Romance. Reses=Funeral Service Failed Romance engenders within us the thought of Roses. But for which purpose? ? Thoughtful penning Allyson.