Earth changes according to times,
Its canopy beckons on these surroundings.
Air is like water and all gas,
Filling my stomach and lungs with living matter.
The mass of this story is heavier than the world
And all its glory, the glorious world is above.
A black abyss shines golden when so blacker,
Letting my eyes snatch my woman and child.
The changing and sorting blesses us with triumph
As this divine planet revolves many times so far.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
astonishing poetry shared! ! ! Great poetic story...well said! ! !