Angels looking on, fascinated by care and kindness being
shown in measures of sacrifice and hardship, life now
tied to heavenly atmospheres.
Nothing to fear, no doubts to interfere in moments that
settle into forums of compassion as sleep exists, but not
in this poet's mind for the time being.
Altogether meeting and surpassing an existence of humanity
here in this world, one day finding time to sleep again in
dreams and arms of death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem