Time the vast word.
A clocks hand the sound of ticking,
Each click as it moves each second.
Togetherness when time comes to matter.
What time do we spend together?
Off in our own seperate worlds,
But my heart aches,
For the love of my world.
Time is running,
Running quickly out.
(Written in Highschool posted from my old journal.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem