As precious as time is...being the single most important thing that every human being has in common, sadly it is also the most fleeting...before a beautiful memory can be stored, we find ourselves clutching nothing but a distant, almost faded thought, struggling uncertain of the reality of this very same time always fiercely loyal, invested...however fleeting here today gone tomorrow!
Was it real...or fantasised. SS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem