in the midst of the blue waters of fate
lies an ambimblical cord of taste.
through the locks of time.
is a water of true divine,
is a number that you have to wait
through the hands of fate.
I know its time to think
passing waters mindful blink.
gone in a few seconds of paste
Now is the time not to wait.
that time is a pasing thing
everday it heals within,
that time is always on the go
and it moves so slow.
so when you think you are done
time passes as one.
to help in time of space.
just learn and wait
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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