On the final road we cross,
infinity awaits on the other side.
An angel stands at the gate
to guide us on our entering.
There are no desires to transpire,
nor hate to cloud our soul,
just peace in a long sleep
of which awaking will not disturb.
20 January 2010
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Real truth..... and very wel written...... Yes for everyone 'Infinity Awaits'