You are the witness of endless waiting
Writing melancholy by your slowest hand you gift
Sympathy and endurance to a lovelorn
Your fastest hand passes over the period of joy in a moment
The meeting with intimates terminated soon
The rare passion of unfulfilment rests in a bond with
Your middle order hand
This rarity can only be understood by those
Who do not remorse for the conspiracy of time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting write...good Rema