Spiralling through life, finding ways to enter hidden canyons,
echoing voices beyond the black curtains of death, so gently
they're heard, feeling their loss of life intensely.
Listening to their pleas and trying to ease their feelings
of loss and love through a sixth sense that spiritually
allows their thoughts to be heard and felt.
Hoping to alleviate some of their pain, feeling their relief
as it eases into my own being as they let go and find doors of
heaven are opened to them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem