The time is taking us
To its end.
And where is the end?
That we know not.
We feel, we glance,
We smile, we cry,
But the value
We know not.
Night and days,
We take care but
We have forgotten
Nothing is ours.
Smelling and touching
Are the steps
To togetherness.
But we are here
In a circle with glories.
The time-ocean is
Taking us over time,
And we are all
Wandering for nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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