Tick, tock, tick, tock…
Time’s ticking away;
Now becomes the past
Tomorrow’s becomes today.
Days drift without notice,
As the wind of time passes;
Actions turn into silent stop,
Everything fixes to a center point.
Silently waiting for that instance,
Where stars align to my sign;
Acknowledging the second,
March 9,2008
Of the day of my birth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem