Solace now being played gently on an interior piano, taking
feelings and emotions on a road trip through an imaginational
garden of reality.
Splendid and wonderfully filled with blossoms of roses in
every color, even the ten-dimensional ones that signify the
sorrow and sadness everyone has felt at one time or another.
Here on this temporary earth tears solidifying, tinkling
like tiny bells in heavenly angelic music of an interior
spirituality, filling entirely, soul and spirit forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem