Angles are weeping,
just as you are,
but now the love one,
you have lost,
greets them,
and then they,
start to sing,
even as your tears of lost, echo,
they greet the flame,
that is gone to you,
morn, for ever long it will take,
for that love you have lost, maybe,
an angle that you can not see,
but one, always with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heaven wins Earth crys always sadness in demise Very nice poem you did there! Lots of feeling felt!