and now you will see, one more time
diverging and listen intently to steps
you will remember this echo to the end
of your days because it will be rumbling
and it bashed as large drums.
still, you will be asking the question.
why in silence, is so loud?
you can hear every rustle, whish,
knocking and crunching of sand
the hourglass poured it what was
for predicting, it is it, what you
aren't able to understand..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem