Looking at the horizon and the skies above mars
we put our feet on the soil under our feet
what if there weren't any soil?
would we walk on the air, water or oil?
soil, will you give us the existence?
the modest.....
the loneliest...
talk to us,...tell your mysteries to us....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To where you from is where to end...as from same you get joy from it, it grows_Soul