Where did you go
When I wasn't looking
In velvety vanish...gone
Only a fraction of a frictional flurry
The ticking of time's sweeping slight of hand
That's the terrible thing about moments... they're so short... and then they're gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the love come if without waiting goes way then the pain awakes the sad forever!