in the skull
there was green and
there was dust
there was the rust of
ageing
there was time
and inside motion
that was the skull
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fleeting time does not excuse one, aging is an old phenomenon of life, nice poem thanks for sharing.you are a great Poet, if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your comments