Samsara Poem by Sina Sanjari

you are tired obviously.sit down, there's still time
sit down there's still time until the collapse of Earth

in the last efflorescence of Aden
pick the apple like moon, there's still time

like a clock which it's Bronze handles
remained at the same time, for a very long time

don’t think about relativity of time
look at my eyes to see there's still time

we have not the opportunity to grow out of soil
do not be sad, there is still time, the greenest time

it's time to talk about the great secret of love
is there any time left except this time?