could make events, deeds and words undone
then this could perhaps have been a better world
and everything would have been timeless and reversible
and heartache and pain would have been able to be bended right
and it would have been possible to create a heaven on earth
but we are caught to the thing
that makes everything older,
that bends our lives
to be trivial and but mortal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem