Somewhere under stars that shine,
Somewhere above the sod's
The thing that we find everywhere-
The universe- the soul of God.
Somewhere time begins to fill,
Somewhere space is torn,
The crack that let the world flow in-
Possibility- was born.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is something mysteriously wonderful about these words, and I love them!