Cloud of dreams, rushing past, here spun
Clocks tick, time running out, soaring
In hot enclosure of the sun
Sitting in a chair, reclining
My soul enjoying the vision
© daniel miltz
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I would like to translate this poem
' Clocks tick, time running out, soaring In hot enclosure of the sun '...is very nice. A reflection of life. Nice poem.
thank you anil, for your positive review!