Sometimes it feels as if precious moments
are stretched out into pieces of eternity,
as if a sunset, a smile, even sexual ecstasy
reaches out to something greater
as if at times
we are more than only humans,
as if our love
can bind much stronger than death
but we are actually only like travellers
who spend a time in this world,
just visiting this earth
before everything ends,
as we are programmed from scratch
to decay with time
and at a time grey hairs appear,
when the beauty of maturity starts to disappear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem