With uncertain breath you gasp for air
with time, all time turns to despair
We are each only given so long on this earth
so long before we return to dirt
so long my friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short in length but deep in its depth. Every word is hard-hitting but that is not to say it has no flow; on the contary, its flow is a natural and as unstoppable as the time that defines us as mortals. Also an interesting of the title phrase. Most poignant, I have to say. -SP