Time,
like sand in a hour-glass
trickles slowly
down
and up
Your stare at the clock, and it seems to stop.
Stop. Halt. Cease.
Then it speeds
Speeds. Races. Leaps
Foward. Time flys like butterflies, sweet and innocent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written piece...like it..thanks