Now it's mysterious
That passed along this lane
Feel that cling inside
As it's the past of someone else
There the charm is riddle sometimes
Marched as the steps of self always
Next dawn that crosses by an unknown
It's the ferment of a chaste
Grafting that a sniff of time
Merge there is a memory always
Ring of time is the admin part
There the rest sinks as a whole
Soul still march that yard with whisper
But the momentum is still apart
That is a conquest past in time
Still that rhyme with whole heart! !
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Soul still march that yard with whisper But the momentum is still apart That is a conquest past in time Still that rhyme with whole heart! ! Marching of soul without momentum, still with whole heart is the only way open for us. A nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Past which is past always haunts and makes life whole despite the fact we live always in the present.......... very well composed piece