What is possible and
What is not
Who are you to say
My dear, here.
Nothing is mutable
And nothing is
Immutable as you see
On daily basis.
Reason not known
And yet we are
Farming lands
Putting on dresses.
What is there to happened ?
Is it not mixed not pleasant? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem