when time comes
river flows gently
to give air a pleasing blow
when time comes
sun softens its aflamed hands
to warm a cold-stuck
when time comes
obvious extinction
erases our address from the surface
when time comes
only love awaits
to manipulate something more!
Pranab k c
02/09/2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice one.. One line of my poem.Time heals wound but the scars leaves a mark...