All ruining
My time.
And time
Kills all
While passing
Through love
And through war.
Hate has
No place anywhere.
Neither life is
Bitter nor coward,
But life- a kiss
With swords.
Time is not cold,
Not also old.
But all time gold.
And with this
Each one of us
Sell and buy
The way we like.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem