This Place is Nor Heaven Nor Hell,
It's Nor Here Nor There,
The Place Where The Bell Perches,
But, What I Wont To Know Is Why The Bell Sits The Way It Sits,
Like A Guardian Of Rest Reserves' It For Another,
The Guardian Waiting For Its Smooth Embracive Kiss By Another,
I Recognized That Guardian Was Me,
But Why There, Why Do I Sit There All Day Holding That Bell,
I Noticed This Ladie Floating Up To Him,
Did Not Say Anything,
Just Looked Up At Him With Her Baby Blue Eyes,
And He Cryed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A place named purgatory perhaps...........thanks for sharing