The ebb and flow of time
Cascades down
The mountain of life
Its mystical hands tick
At the heartbeat of ever man
The ebb and flow of time
Cascades down
The mountain of life
Its mystical hands tick
At a women's pulse on life
Each man that walks the road
Meets a women in embers light
They meet and greet the sun and moon
For ever being lovers to a mothers womb
They share the joys of laughter and pain
The make a family whole again
They watch old age surpass them by
Entwine in love together no more
Then lowered to the ground
From whence they came
The essence of life
Restarts again
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I would like to translate this poem
So true, Kaila about taking advantage of inspiration, and allowing ones natural emotions to become part of their style...so long as they are comfortable in doing so......tho' as a rule i admit to being & being accused of being poetically cold and dark, as well as polarizing when it comes to bearing personal material about my personal life(Hey, its not as if i'm in the witness protection program, tho...lol!) ...and not so very emotionful....Which is why I admire writers such as you who can bleed true inveterated emotion in your work...personal bearing...honest copy...passion...and be comfortable with it...and well you should, as the talent behind your pen should hold no boundaries or limitations...No, Kaila...I see noo fluff...Just good stuff! ~FjR~