Like A soul anchored In tempest;
Which searches shore of Eternity in sand of an Hour Glass.
Inside flows stream of unbroken monologue, telling me
there is only smoke of an extinguished hope.
'Glimpses of Eternity'
When I grew in pain: I touched that shore,
The pain seemed unending, eternal.
Still, I search for you
Like A soul anchored in tempest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
glimpses of eternity, good writing, thanks..