A time of lore, a time of passion, has now succumbed to sweet decay
The race for poems, once so in fashion, is now no more a fun relay
Creative thoughts, the mind's percussion, are slow to beat the day's drum
The task is done, order restored, the water no longer escapes the dam.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The structure and rhymes are amazing here...and wording are good as well :) Keep it coming!