Next to impossible
Is counting the stars above;
Just like the countless words
Told and written about love.
Watch the white lines
In the middle of the road;
Yes, they are passing by
Like unlimited text load.
The elegant electric posts
Standing by the roadside;
With millions of lights
Shining at night with pride.
The waves in the ocean,
Rolling by successively,
You cannot interrupt them,
Like the wind over the sea.
Medical centers and hospitals
May stop the painful cry;
Yes, they're somehow helpful
But even doctors do die.
Riches and wisdom abound,
Technology is incredible;
Escaping the cessation of breath
Is next to impossible.
I find inspiration from this wonderful work, Bernard.....................
It is impossible to count the stars. One can't measure the depth of love. Doctors and medical institutions are helpful to stop the painful cry but doctors have to die. A great philosophical poem so nicely and touchingly delineated.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Next to impossible Is counting the stars above; Just like the countless words Told and written about love. The entire is poem is marvelous, sir Bernard.