Time will move, and
Fall through the cracks of your life.
Your days here are like a thousand
Grains of sand, in a windstorm.
All around you but lost before you realize
Their true worth.
Love will never slow down this process,
And in fact will make it harder, to come
To terms with your fleeting time.
You’ll want to spend forever with a person,
That will not last forever.
And so you make your way through,
This short existence which Is life.
And so you struggle onwards,
Through the sands of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem