Sands of time
Slip slowly by
Questions unanswered
As we live our life
Like tiny crystals
Consumed by space
All so different
In so many ways
With one thing in common
The air we breath
Borrowed from God
A gift of need
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very sweet write Lagaya, and something that we all take for granted too. Nice read. Love Ernestine XXX