Time, flowing by and by
With sweat from the brow
And aging of the vine
As time passes by feverishly
Or churning
From seed to flower
Blooming
A creek run dry
Or stream of the Nile
Altered by minute and hour
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now that is a well turned poem. There are no extraneous words to tangle the senses. Try mine – Frustrated Plans - Adeline