it changes its shapes,
where it occurs,
otherwise modifies its shape
to the place.
we can live by using it,
we can't live
only using it..,
it dont had a shape,
it dont had a colour,
when we think,
we were captured it,
only have a evidence
of lost thing....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love = Abstract emotion Water = H20 Poem = Muse.