Precious times flit away, leaving no margin for error,
satisfying no being while on earth and it's boundaries.
Reaching for and holding onto edges of reality, hoping
for some moments of peace before fate closes it's doors
on life.
Shattering shards of living as we wend pathways of
seclusion, hoping to find anything of use while we are
here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem