I wash my grandma’s wears
Nightingales sing their prayers
I pray to god in each breath
He gives me time before death
Now its time to go with him
Over clouds in light stream
(2008/1/20)
Awwwwww, I knew it. It is so wonderful. Fantastic written, honey. Your rose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is easy to go on that light in heavens... If wait to you native there... Well...10...