Settled in a garden of blue roses, feeling their composure
as it lifts interior spirits towards heaven.
A special blessing rising to the beauty of what will be
beyond the black curtains of death.
Sensing the total purity and innocence of goodness as it
constantly rises to meet this mere poet.
An intense and wonderful bounty of feelings of an innate
spiritual solace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem