Life has taught me
that time is like a second home,
a place to breathe, to be understood
A place to be together, to love
Because time gives warmth,
is a second home full of attention and affection
But over the years,
I've also come to realize
that time will not be my home forever,
that there will come a time when I will be obliged to say goodbye.
And that my home will become someone else's home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem