we have no patience to wait
the mechanics move too slow for us
it’s as much as anything
but the chance not to give up...
the steps that take us
to the dawn of the morning sun
floats faster as debris
runs over the shadow of time...
the man you talked
is not the man we saw
we are guests in their strange land
good quality is not found in the row...
I think there is something wrong in the 4 th line Little lady... But this poem makes me think it must be something personal anyway good write keep been happy.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I could not even close my eyes...as I read this wonderful poem.....it refresh through the whole day works....so stream in the vessel of rest....thank for the words...God bless my dear friend... a 10 +++