Rhythms moving slowly around the clock, never tiring,
knowing that you're now gone, feeling the sadness and
sorrow of loss as the sun sets upon the horizon.
Life sets beneath the markers of gravestones, an ending
of another life filled with experiences that living has
been given.
Every one of them occurring since the very moment of
birth which now has been dealt a blow that one cannot
ever get over while living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem