Forever isn't real.
It's an abstract thing to me.
It's something you can say
But not something that you mean.
Forever is impossible.
Forever can't exist.
Because whenever forever feels at hand
It fades far from sight again.
Can't be seen, anyway.
I wish the word would go away.
Bones turn to dust.
Skin turns to ashes.
Roses die and colors fade.
Forever is the time where nothing stays.
Forever isn't real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really an enjoyable read.... Death dies to Pen[-for its fragrance is immortal.... continue it.....