A touch of lace,
A kiss, a face
Youth,
Illusions bloom
All is but grace,
And yet, how soon
Life's flower
Loses color
Loses tune,
As time consumes
The youthful days
Of no return.
As life goes on, reaching the finish line is certainly unavoidable. Live life to the fullest......10+++❤️❤️❤️
Great philosophical poem, Sadra. Thank you for sharing. X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is magnificent piece. anjandev roy.