the problem with you
is that you put meaning
to everything,
a star falling from the
night sky.
a black butterfly passing
by your window.
a white cat crossing the
road.
a red ant carrying a
grain of rice.
it is not at all true
that everything happens for
a reason.
believe too in the randomness
of this universe.
in so doing, you have traversed
both sides of this earth.
it was never flat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem