The future can be unpredictable
Even the blueprint be layed with concrete bricks
Earthquake can shake and rip apart the strongest building to the ground
What is becomes what was
You can dwell on the loss or rise to rebuild
In the meantime
When life hits a wall and you fall
Should and could have's
Let them not build a camp in your mind
Set forth
Follow the smallest path
For even the smallest rivers made the lakes and the oceans
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem