Isn't it funny how something can change in the blink of an eye?
Don't blink, for what you have my slip through your fingers, with no warning.
Like sand, slidding between the cracks.
Only once realization sets in, you try to grab hold.
But, it's too late.
What you have left will just be a mere memory of what you thought would last a lifetime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem