Reality,
Harsh retreat,
Difficult to face
However,
We know the Truth,
That Time, Life does erase
And turns everything to nothing,
Even our most intimate, secret moments,
Are of Time, a perfect waste.
Dear Kostas, It is evident that Kronos is not our friend. But I certainly appreciate, always, your kind and lovely words for my written waste of Time. All the best, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a lovely waste.