From time to time
time looks turtling
or everlasting
thereafter
time seems to be
running, sprinting or flying
human's perception
makes time look fickle
but in reality from dawn
the metronome of life
constantly vibes
with the same rhythm
whether the past
the present or the future
we cannot alter time
time goes round-the-clock
consistently
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem