You say I walk too slow.
Well, I just don't want to miss a moment.
Breath deep,
And take it as it goes.
Because there's no time for holding on.
A thousand tongues speak so loudly
That single voices fade too quickly.
We all know that hope is all we have,
When our worries go to bed.
We are only vapors,
Blown in breezes.
Like plastic bags,
Or fallen leaves.
As each day comes
And each night passes
Quietly away away away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice especially the last verse, like a plastic bag.