for indeed
time passes so swiftly
this morning i was just a very young boy
holding to the virtual hands of mama
tonight, to my dismay
i have become a man with gray hairs
trying to forget every sad memory of my life
emptying myself
for this last trip for i shall travel with the air
and dissolve myself again
to the arms of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem