It twirls arond, zigg-zagging her and there.
To this corner, than over there.
It moves to where none can tell what it is.
All is a blur
What could it be?
You are not touchable to me for when I reach out my hand
You have no feel at all.
You aren't hot or cold.
Oh, what couuld it be.
For you could not be air.
It doesn't make one sound.
Or do you, so I can't hear?
All I know is you twirl all around.
And zig-zag here to there
You are such a blur.
Hey! I found out what you may be
You are my confussion of life, love, hope, faith, and death.
Can't you see?
It makes sounds, but to many for me to tell at all.
I think you may seattle down for now I get you, my confussion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem