Time sparkles through the years, alighting at times in
a poem or two, being etched and impressed with beautiful
sentiments of desire, sated in moments of unconditional
love and placed in treasured hearts of symphonic measures.
Played exponentially on special days where this mind,
flutters and opens like a parachute, sailing and floating
through the atmosphere until being grasped by a passing
thought and written down to always be remembered in time
through passing years of age.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem