Lost is the minute that has passed,
With it went away my dreams,
My worries,
My expectations.
Lost is the minute that has passed,
With it flew sixty valuable seconds,
And the work remains.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh....such a small poem and such a big meaning, ...really....passed time never comes back! ...sad.... good poem...keep it up... Nia