All the world is empty as a stage without it's actors.
Life walks about, gathering mementos along the way,
trying to leave it's impression in sands of limited
time.
Sometimes a lasting memory fills the world, as it is
placed in books of poetical wisdom, kept sacred for
all ages.
Times of sorrow, laughs in joy, eternity sleeps
peacefully on it's forever journeys into time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem