Death is beautiful to behold,
A black-satin silhouette:
The Mistress in the window of my Soul.
And yet... and yet... do I dare...
O! Do I dare:
Lift my hand to part the gauze of air!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is wonderful truth in life. This comes in life and we accept. Death is the Mistress in the window of Soul. This is very thoughtful and philosophical poem shared is wisely penned.10
Thank you. And she is still my Mistress after all these years. We are growing old together. :)