We adapt things to us
or we adapt to things.
A wooden bridge with one side
that does not quite up to the rock
does quite with a broad piece of wood or
a rock reaching to the bottom of the ground
just and good for a long time.
When people as links in a chain
understand and connect across chasms of fear
they are the human chain of happiness.
If the links in the chain were trampled all over
or entered they are still stronger than weaker
because their bodies are at fixed things.
Things that adapt to us
because we are things to match.
Each body carries the suffering
also carries the body of the sufferer.
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Floy Dy Ra,08/02/2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem