Ether
I can say the poets,
Are copies, duplicates,
Of the life, as ether.
We fly like the birds,
With our wings,
With feathers,
Also, like the ether!
Most of us are in dark,
Hidden deep in shadows.
We care, shout,
Who hears?
And who cares?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem