Watching time count itself down to the end, with death standing there, awaiting it's time.
Expecting the obvious, knowing it is always unexpected, yet feeling it anew each time.
Exhausting periods of life when eyes begin to close on earth, soon to reopen on the other side of heaven, no one knowing that you're gone until it's too late.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem