Life is not
a river;
love is
not a rose.
Grief is not
a bottomless well;
joy is
not a flower.
Wisdom is not
a pearl;
pain is
not a knife.
Strength is not
an oak tree;
fear is
not a color,
but all the world’s
a metaphor,
or so
it seems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem