But who we are?
And what we are?
The works, the actions,
Done by us,
Valued by whom?
We see life,
As it is,
In the natural
Circle.
Not known
The purpose of
Our life,
The tragedy.
But something is
There and we have to
Search it out,
And it is not
So impossible.
The features,
The cost,
Not for life.
But life is there
For us.
And we must go
With creative integrity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem