Thoughts frozen mid-phrase,
while happy moods turn sad.
Frozen like still-photographs of traffic signals,
all caught off, all caught dark.
A split second preserved,
like memories of people now ageless,
as we rush to catch them.
We will all be one age,
when our atoms are freed,
to be other things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well done it is very powerful poet, also we are very sorry for his departure, keep writing and stay blessed 10/10