Time.
Just a moment wrapped inside an instant
measured only by what was or was not
done…
just as a
footstep on a beach
will always wash or blow away (still, the
footstep in your memory may bring you pleasure
for a lifetime)
each day
each moment
each infinite choice
is for everyone their
telling Time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful write! Well done!