I've kicked the bucket, haven't I?
I've thrown my life away.
Why some might say that I have died,
But died is not the case.
Though I no longer have a heart,
I may still have a purpose.
I've learned to live and play a part,
No longer person.
I'm now the breeze, the winds that run.
The moon in every hue.
I'm now the thousand burning suns,
That shine eternal love for you.
I'm now the birds that fill the sky,
I am the growing grass.
When I am gone, I have not died,
But simply passed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm now the breeze, the winds that run. The moon in every hue. I'm now the thousand burning suns, That shine eternal love for you. Soul is immortal and it never dies.It has consciousness even if unseen. Beautiful lines.