If only this.
If only that.
If only
no regret.
Our errors,
our mistakes,
dreams,
mount the cold fact.
Game never stays still.
Such is life.
It goes as it will.
And we react.
It goes.
And we make.
We overcome.
And we make.
Published in Forever Journal by Poetic Matrix Press,2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem