Your time,
Is not to be found...
Anymore!
My time,
Is not mone to find...
As before!
These times,
Can not be defined...
To explore.
We are rushing towards a future,
No one can ignore.
And our time once taken as we wished...
Has been suspended to enlist,
An indefinite surrender.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And the sand clock has been turned over again, with the sand weaving a silky trickle down again! Very nice poem Lawrence. Cheers, Anita