time exist in my hands
as dreams escalate to wilderness
born from the ages of prodigy
where wordsmith come
in the breathing dawn
to the free cycles
of wind
of water
of fire
saving the hourglass of all-giving
on the day
i become
a reality.
Mystery is time Time is mystery Will I ever see My life’s progidy oh where does my mystery lies.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Ceri, Just wanted to say, this is really an incredible write... I was swept away by your words... pure Magic! I will definitely read more...; -) Kelly