Angels spreading their wings into a midnight
atmosphere where all is silently awaiting the
death of this mere poet.
Knowing that the time will pass, taking this
poet towards heavenly gates once again, for a
final time.
No more to return to earth when this poet's
purpose has been fulfilled in the twilight of
a final sunsetical shore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem