So much on Earth,
Tends, to be in equilibrium,
So well planned, tending perfection,
Yet man knows none,
What is so perfectly done,
Our so called 'civilizations',
Try their best to get undone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely. I always enjoy your poems; always well done. But I thought a paradox was two M.D.'s. Just kidding!