the fire of ageless stars
flicker from the dawn of time
to fade to candlelight
suns and planets are consumed
by time's unyielding gravity
the simple weight of existence
rivers run dry
deserts become oceans
mountains crumble to dust
so what of frail humanity
why would we ever think to be
above the earth and stars
why would we ever think to be
in fickle blind infinity
above the candlelight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting question, and I'd like to know the answer) Maybe humanity isn't that frail?