Life stands still for no one,
it careens down destiny's pathways
fulfilling individual's fate and circumstances.
Noticing illusory images standing always on edges,
waiting to be seen and become existent.
Troubling only as minute shadows of death's early
calling we attempt to ignore it's presence until we
are finally called to answer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem