day day day or history should I call you?
To you future is alien, only present is the ink that fills your pen
Your pen that has never licked the same letters upon the book of time.
On the pages of seconds you carve universes silent whisper
a silent whisper sage yearn to hear
Unreplicatable, unpredictable, unbiased: original
as original as day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem