As ever be
a mist over the sea.
as ever be a child
walks along the
sea shore.
More of this.
more of love.
As the sands of time,
come blowing back to us.
Time has a factor to get back
to the spells of
her ever being.
A gambler with the
cards with a glorifying twist.
him vs the vicious cycle
of the gambling
bug.
a date with
destiny, a child no more.
50 years seems just like a
vapour.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem