consistently a time is covering
tracks of the lipstick
on the glassware up
as if through a haze
more and more indistinct
they are disappearing
imperceptibly
in order not to come back
with the same footpath
everything is ending
with oblivion with erasing
with erasing past
for the present time
the future wants to stride
with opened road
when what is will pass
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Reflective, calm, beautiful poem. It is worthwhile reading.