All is woven in times tapestry
And our lives are colored threads
Shaping, rich textured histories
In which the futures needle treads
But know man will see the richness
Of times ancient harmonic canvas
For we just simple stiches
Fixed gems on eternities axis
And time twists with many intricacies
That few see the patterns drape
For only weavers see the mysteries
and dreamers the infinite shape
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem