It is very small,
so very small a grain of sand.
This pearl you need and take from it.
Arranged around the casket.
Neatly deep within to some not all.
I am against the dark,
to come again and see your light.
So tall, am I remiss to feel the sun,
upon my face before you leave?
Soft warm is each surface when increased.
Slowly with each citizen that I pass.
And of this paradise, where it is possible.
From the sun comes light it's width.
Is it limited by sufficiently?
Is the grave and all the seas?
Where he lives and there you dwell as well.
Circumstances or the presumption meets the end.
From which mountain top the bottom of it when?
And do some make what of this.
It would simply ask but you of it to rescue.
Give to me one single friend.
And with the rest and which is small your land.
You give to him whom you he sees.
One single friend is all most need the sea.
e.d.
is it poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem