My age is my own.
Steal it you may,
But it will continue
Its long reign.
Forever living on,
In my dirty and rotting
Coffin encased body.
Very good write. Time stops for nothing And no one. Including age. So make the Most of life.
Destiny speaks, another creative job from you....
That one is my treasure, for you are not coffin-encased, but really free as a biird.
Reality versus virtual reality..the latin phrase is excellent in conjunction with your words here..Well written piece..
Oh this one is such a shadow of your lips to say something about yourself and life deep.. Time will encase the journey Stephanie_Unwritten Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To be rather than to seem. Nothing is the motto of a dream...iip...