Time really flies and takes souls away.
Keeps just relics of a whispered existence.
Hearts grow swollen and sink into decay
While eyes dwell on the frail reminiscence.
For those who by-pass life's joy,
another realm is theirs and better.
Not forgotten they'll live and enjoy
eternal bliss and be content to the letter.
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(Tuesday June 12th,2012)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem