My childhood was not aware that
My adulthood would later mock at it.
My adulthood was not aware that
My old stage would mock at adulthood.
My senescence will be mocked at
By my soul. Every past is dust.
07.06.2004
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and it is the heavenly dust......the word first used by me.............