Many may tell, time recedes,
Starts, does end at time,
But can never enjoy
Small speck of death when alive,
I wonder, who enjoy sleep when sleeping,
Eternal but sudden it is,
When we ought it not to b;
Many may suspect, TIME IS SLEEP,
What, when greater than time
Is the speed of light,
I wonder, Time is Love!
Smooth, curved, but then..
'LOVE IS SLEEP',
Fascinating.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wao what a riddle need to be solved, Is the speed of light, I wonder, Time is Love! Smooth, curved, but then.. 'LOVE IS SLEEP', Fascinating.... indeed a fascinating poem..enjoyed it