Like most things that we can not see.
No one knows when wisdom come
Like most things that we can not hear
It does not ring a door bell when it enter your mind.
No one knows when wisdom comes
Does it arrive silently in the night like fog
Covering the mind like a blanket
No one knows when wisdom comes
With each tick of the clock of time.
We still know not when wisdom comes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem