The ultimate question:
what is love,
why does it exist
and why sometimes not?
Or was it life?
It all depends on how you look at things:
by the heart or scientifically.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Point of view depends on perspective, in other words, what you see depends on where you are standing. Lovely piece. A nice poem well articulated. Thanks for sharing. Please read my MZANSI AND THE BALLOT BOX.