Placed on
'being' and 'being nothing'
with
longing love and earthen
desire
do we exist.
Not fire we are made from
but with glorified soil,
with mystic talent and ethereal beauty.
There must have been the words:
'Be and Happen'
that
we return to soil
and
Soul to eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem