Sometimes it is good sometimes it is bad
Sometimes it is charming, sometimes it is dreadful
Sometimes it is global sometimes it is parted
Sometimes it is hot sometimes it is cold
Sometimes it is peaceful sometimes it is awful
With each passing day it expands
With each coming day it contracts
It is neither square nor rectangle
It is neither round nor sphere
It is neither here nor there
The world we believe is not our world
We ruin it by each coming day
With its modesty we play
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem