Holding on to the very last strands
As i watch them slowly stretching
Slowly fraying away snapping one by one
Never knew how delicate these strands were
Nothing can be done to fix what is happening
All i can do is hold on for as long as possible
Letting go means the last remnants
will be forever lost in forgotten time
Never to be seen ever again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well written poetic work. Thanks