some called black swans a myth
they said all swans are white
others would not end the quest
without a gallant fight
a few are born to search for truth
blind to common belief
enduring every hardship
surrounded by their grief
heedless what the world may claim
they climb the highest peak
they cross the stormy breadth of sea
for secrets they must seek
the rare improbability
the precious hidden prize
that some had sworn impossible
or just some wild surmise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem