time is a bubble
caught up in reality
something we can navigate
but can not see
though we can measure it
most accurately
time is a barrier
we can never escape
a place we develop within
until we each meet our God
time is an envelop
capturing our memories
our past and future histories
and each of our destinies
are written on its wall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem