It might start as a circle
Grow relentlessly
Travels through forests, over shady icefields
Meridians, latitudes
An easy parsec away
It doesn't fit in the palm of your hand
Would anyone ever ask?
Because it is not defined
Not by mathematics
But by a late afternoon that sheds light om my wallpaper
This excursion is free of imaginary confines
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem