Heaven seems a place of music,
Looking everywhere is like watching a world
Within a world, but the hearing is always
A result.
Heavenly men adjust towards the plains,
Their women stare into the depths of pleasure
Belittling us in our wearing of our shoes.
Forming a place of sounds bears fruit,
Huddling accusations frothing to degrees
Internally young, returning the thorax likewise.
A heaven envelops the young masters
Ogling at the heavenly mountain range,
Lessening the legions of spirits entangling us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.........true just the thought of heaven always plants a smile on my face....enjoyed this one...