Between dawn and dusk
Between the nascent
And the leaf senescence
Between seed time
And straw mound
Between the idea
And reality
Between the ascent
And the descent
Between the desire
And the spasm
For odium and malice.
The time for voracity
Holds no ice
Hence, with devotion
Make striking the feat
For night speeds fast
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time does move along fast