Shadow of death approaches slowly
Through the path of redemption,
To snatch away my tired soul.
Everyone knows the meaning
Of death, and feels the terror
Due to black colour of death.
I often desire
For the warm reception of death,
To purify my hellish soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I see death as white and joyful. Why fear the unknown? It is the last great adventure. Sometimes my soul longs to be free too but it will only happen in God's good time A great poem thanks for sharing BB : O)