No light,
No dark;
No heat
Nor cold.
No feelings, thoughts.
No past history,
Or future dreams.
No nothing.
Not even a hint of transparency.
No whisp of being.
Nothing to show for all our strife.
Just nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Must find Heaven then!
(W) and (C) 7\6\08,10.20 AM.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't usually do random generalisations but I rather love your poetry. I might have forgotten to say it before. t x