Life gives immeasurable entitlement to one
And limited to another
We are much like the first winter snow
Setting the ground
Only to disappear as we embed into the soil
Life is so like the precarious dew
A small drop hanging by the tip of a grass
A small tug and we fall
Breaking, dissolving,
Falling away from existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem