Rusty time broken hours
Rusty time alarmed so momentarily
Haven't yet completed my snooze
Neither permitted to send morning wishes
Horrifically grasped in the broken hours
Moments were created of staleness
At stranger's path in bleak darkness
Handed over black days of starkness
Without compromising on stakes of sourness
Oh! I didn't get to measure pace of curse
Life got flamed in chunks of charcoal
Leaving stain on half burnt logs of dreams
Wrecked ship deck finally sinks to bottom
Dust of memories layers on the sand
Holding up well, hauling pieces of eroded invitation
Waving it's final goodbye to decaying age
Across the noisy shores, a distant memory resounding!
"Be beware! Collect your dreams to live on time".
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I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes there comes a time when world gets quiet and your heart listens all the sounds meant for living the moments of your life. Dust of memorieslayers on the sand.. waving final goodbye to the decaying age.. be aware. collect your dreams ha, lovely. tony