Every thing
Had its own time
Time to be forced
Time to spontaneity
Time to mediate
Moments we blues
But regret the circumstances
Beibg hit by deep thoughts
Of either break off
Or choose to give up
But pitty
Yes! Gritty
That the glisten
Beyond the shadow told
A different fairytale
Meantime
The journal is written
Written with no fullstop
The journey goes on
We all fight
To complete our missions
That's what life is
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem