It's easy to pretend you know
That everything you plant will grow
And every word you say is true
If only time had time for youth
That man will always pray to god
And god himself prays for our love
Children grasp the futures hand
And memories are made of sand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Charles M M. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.