About the Poem
One day I realized how fast the time flies when you are in love. So, I named the poem "Hourglass."
|Measuring time is the work of those who have not loved.
I forgot the sound that was falling grain by grain.
That's how I accomplished love.
When my time comes,
I won't know if its my arrival or my departure.
Only that in life I paid relentlessly what the good fire charged me.
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