As time unweaves,
its mask deceives
—to hide a bigger truth
The past and future
threaded strands
—to braid the hangman's noose
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2018)
Nothing perhaps is truer than the fact that as time goes on, we get closer to our destiny - death. A nice poem Mr Behm. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a fine poem, Kurt👍👍👍