So fine is a timeline, designed
Passing through, as do I
If not for invocation
Shall exist and then leave us behind
Although encompassed; Then logically why
Within reach has never been known
The light before creation of motion
And now there is a story to write
As a moment passes shall it ever end
Rhythm of continuation
Though so many gateways beyond a notion, remain open
Still, shallow consciousness won't grasp
There is a season for a soul everlasting
There are meadows dividing a difference in time
As far as one might travel
Out of so many is only one line
(11/05/2018)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem