Time, void of use, a wasteland
Is how we see you now.
Stretched out, monotonous. Gladder
Passed through having to plough!
By which routine, events' crops
In proper sequence sown
A varied taste brought life; and
Better for it were known.
another amazing philosophical piece of work, short and sharp, deep and meaningful, needs more thinking and each time we come to a new conclusion about the time, past and life, I like the phrase 'events' crops'.. well done and it deserves 10+
Stretched out, monotonous; more Glad, passing through did plough.
Not sure if i thanked you. For uplifting appreciative comments. Thankyou
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I would like to translate this poem
A very good recipe! Taste of life.... brilliantly expressed!