the wishing well of time is deep
lean far to find the soul of tears
the silver blackness hiding there
toss in a coin and say a prayer
the sound will echo on the walls
to seal the treasure of an age
beneath the depths are memories
a mint of lost and broken hope
entombed by ripples of desire
the dreaded well of life deceives
where expectations thrash and drown
as there is no escape from death
so save a coin for rushing streams
and cast it far into the flow
then softly breathe your final plea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed the wishing well of time is very deep, by the time the wishes come true we are lost in dust of this life...Awesome poem.10+++
Thank you Mohammed. I appreciate having you as a reader.