The sun doesn't rise
And the sun doesn't set
It's only the earth
That really rotates
The glass will always be full
It's either with water or with air,
Unless you place it in a vacuum
Devoid of any atoms or matter
Life perhaps is an illusion
The characters we met
The views we see, and the voices we hear,
are maybe mind made
as two poets can't write the same poem
for the single same sun they see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem