Now, I know....
time is really winged,
in a minute it comes,
in a second it flies,
something that had been around,
could be easily disappeared.
Uh, yeah now I know....
time is really elastic,
more further it stretches,
then sweeter more memories comes.
now, I let you know....
How awful!
time becomes a killer,
that killed memories in my mind.
killed even me in pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A free flight of creativity on winged imagination. Really a poignant piece of poetry, written in persuasive poetic expressions with artistic brilliance. Lovely indeed. Thanks for sharing Deborah and do remain enriched.