Darkness
made nothing common to all,
nothing all,
one thing common to all
and everything a trick.
In broad daylight,
it has nothing to do with all,
which is only playing a trick,
having nothing to do with night,
only into light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I imagine d sunlight n then d shadows playin tricks and i exclaim yes i hav seen them do that. Brill poem! Pls chk out my latest poem.