We are,
But snowflakes in the wind,
Oh, the things that people do
As life they uncover,
Can we ever discover?
The reason for the unreasonable
The breakthroughs from tradition,
That seem in a way, treasonable,
But it feels so good,
To break with some traditions,
Progress is made,
From experimental, renditions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem