My dear Time

The translate version of my poem

By pheeroPublished 4 years ago • Updated 4 years ago • 1 min read

My dear time

Hear my heart's sound!

The urge in this chest at that moment

He fled away from me

With that feeling, he detached against me

From a self, as if dust

You're flowing fast, while I'm frozen in grief

The warm hug I‘ve waiting for

Has only left me with sorrow

Where have I sinned?

My prayers & you seem to have never coincided

Tears came by, escorting me as I got to know this feeling

And this feeling is all caused by you

My dear time

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My dear Time

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