Thinking deeply while listening to Chopin, letting intellect
take me into an interior imagination.
Soaring quietly with an appetite for intense curiosity, only
believing in a faith so deeply set within.
Knowing that God is always with me, holding me closely to
His heart, otherwise I know I would not be alive today.
Beautiful memories of heaven's gardens flood my mind with
scents of His love still hovering within me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Almost in all religious faiths the imaginations of heaven connects with beautiful garden. Great achievement of ideas.