every bridge
takes us to the other side
but then we may come back
what waits beyond the final bridge
no man can know
for we cannot return
some believe the stars
are cold and blind
surrounded by emptiness
some believe another world
is waiting there
a universe of souls
death is a bridge to tomorrow
what will it bring
and will there be a sunrise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem