As Time Goes By
Each grain of sand
On the waste of Sahara
Is a word spoken
A lover´s whisper
A story told and
A song sung.
And now lizards and
Snakes burrow under
The sand to
Escape the fierce sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem - the first line reminds me of the classic jazz standard.