Death prevails
With all its ugliness
And beauty.......
Whatever it may be,
Death concludes everything
Done and undone
In this great domain;
The silent bell rings
As an inevitable truth
And death seals the vibration of life,
But a significant question
Hovers in the atmosphere forever,
'Is this really the end of all? '
My dearest writer always writes within,
'Certainly not, '
I believe......
He is infallible indeed.
Poetry of the earth is never dead.... very correct is what Keats said
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is a Winner Just love it TFS