Life is a painting
Not just a speck of paint
To be born
Is to start with a brush and paper
To grow
Is to move the brush
The older one gets
The more the colors awaken
If a speck of paint is not right
Paint over it and create anew
For if you focus on the one point
You may not get a pretty picture
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem