The spherical orb
gyrates into motion
lights glow and flashes blind,
deaths cold caress
closes the eye lids,
a flicker and darkness.
Do we ascend
into the twilight of the Gods
or descend
into the heavy howling midnight
of the devils?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it depends on our deeds. carry on. try reading my love poems as well. thanks