Sometimes we chase it,
but there is more to forever,
more to summer than the horizon's end.
It is even more than what is here,
for this summer place shall go cold.
What stays for sure?
Hand in hand we walk this sand
leaving behind our eroding footprints.
So goes our way, our existence,
our phenomenon in this life we live.
For life is an elaborate labyrinth.
Yet through grace,
it is all somewhat rather simple.
We often take our eye off the ball,
but somehow, as life is, we are blessed.
It comes back again.
See how the heart remains, sure as sun.
Published by PKA Productions,2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem