tiistai 16. joulukuuta 2014

Time passes misty

Many beautiful memories remain
often a moment of life.
Your eye will tell you you have to
that the time to give up.
Mother Earth already calls it,
ego to rest descend.

My eyes is not wetted
Never feel sorry for tears.
I can be happy
at this, which strongly
I'm walking on the hot stones.

Infinite gaze bog,
youth memories of nature.
It is one which goes into hiding
the corner, it is a new tomorrow.
Time passes misty,
rubs his eyelids.
Sands of the hourglass runs pace
fast, color of hair
change from gold to silver.
Fade away over time, man,
until the day comes last.
Generations in a row exchange for their turn,
I have to turn in due course.
Turn into the compost,
or a grain of sand in the Sahara.

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