when the world spins around,
the ages changes,
poeple move step, by step,
night after day,
lies and truth are spoken,
the sights are seen,
pieces of the jig-saw is missing,
lines we cross always comes back,
and hunts,
the past can sometimes be forgotten,
other time it hits you least expect it to,
no-one knows why?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good poem, life can be srange to us for sure,