Such is the fate of a speck in the youniverse,
to float along the wave of existence, without plan or knowing.
Yet part of the mass, still small of the dust,
this speck travels a long living view.
Not one who knows, but not as an unknown,
other specks fly by and wave hi.
A speck which will never understand, until,
it lands some where, and holds fast to knowing.
i am a little speck of dust in your vast creation, i have no identity without you, i am a being on earth i am you looking at me loved your poem, it keeps the spirit up.......ritty
i am a little speck of dust in your vast creation, i have no identity without you, i am a being on earth i am you looking at me loved your poem, it keeps the spirit up.......ritty
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I would like to translate this poem
The whole universe is a speck, and there is a whole universe in one single speck. loved your poem, sir. thank you.