I count the dust of passing time
The golden massive grains of sand
A misty breath forms into stars
A billion fractions of a moment
By sun and star we travel so far
Beyond the golden compass of time
Naught but the memory marks the way
But that, in essence, is what we remain
Memories, older than heavens domain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
absolutely beautiful and timeless poem!