have you ever reached the heights
which claim freedom from flaws,
conveying fullness of clues?
yet the heights give a man no credits
have you ever seen a man of heights
who tries to run from light which says
''a knife so blunt
yet it crashes lice
a man so great
is low like bushes'grass.
Your poem reminds me of a biblical phrase. What is it? Something about... the last shall be first and the first last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem...i like it.