When the birds flap their wings to cease their flight
the sunset close it's door to receive the night
like the waves surrendering their journey to touch the shore
imagine the prey in escape from the jaw of a lions roar
to remove every bit of darkness with the fullness of the moon
sometimes its difficult to repeat the words 'gone too soon'
look at the leaves separate the branches at the end of spring
when the soul returns to heaven abode without anything
for the mind to fall asleep after all the knowledge learn
like a candle to lose its flame after all the energy burn
like the mirage of a rainbow over the mountain slowly disappear
the carpet of wisdom cross by the sage to exit the stage no one can compare
the blindness of the world cannot comprehend the magnitude of the mind
to awaken from the deepness of the silence be greater than all the pearls one can find.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem