Time
Sifting through fingers
We should Value every second
Like a diamond
Hold it long in embrace
As though it were a close friend
Remember the texture upon your hand
And recount how beautiful it felt
See in that second a light
So grand your very soul is put at ease
Only letting go when you must
And with joy welcome the next
For when the sands are washed away
By the sea of this existence
You will only have memories of
Those jewels that rush through your fingers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem