time has always been beside us
and we know that it does not talk
it does all its tasks
and having been with us since birth
or even before that
with them
we had all taken it for granted until it
is consumed
until it lays us on a niche filled with white roses
until what we hear are the cries of those who love us
then time closes the lid
and takes us to another destination
on that imaginary boat
without the paddles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem