Time's running out as often it does,
moments pass in our life's, distracted are the others around us.
Most are busy or trying to.
Some stays between the pages of what didn't last, going throw the book of the past. Looking for a smile but most for tears...we carry in us much memory's some are painful and some are joyful which we less remeber! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem