This world was built on little signs,
in lines in place by fives.
Signs to read aloud to friends,
and signs to walk right by.
Signs to justify the end,
no matter how we try.
They twist and turn,
they move and bend.
Their little, low and high.
When we don't understand the signs,
we debate their reason why.
This world was built on little signs,
each one a sign of the times.
different - but had meaning - I was confused at first. but it was good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting write Saint, sign language, a bit complex in nature.. you explained it well.10 Rema