A time to live, a time to die
A time to become vibrantly showing,
a time to wither to simply a meager coffer
like a dried leaf, bright, colorful but dying nevertheless
A time to flash, dash, crash
through the sparkling crystalline river
A time to sit back to contemplate
to what should have been
Any regret? any pain?
Sure, many, numerous notes waltzing thru my soul, at this moment,
punctuating all matrix of octave temperaments
which have turned mellow, tired, carefree
Whatever in the past has been closed to the memory closet
To be opened on a fine day of blue summer
or gloomy winter to freeze the heart
Why do you want to do that?
Because I want feel the pain again
to feel love again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enough poetry, I am talking a long walk to pray and clear my head. See you later!