there is always a star
and there are always trees that want to reach it
there is a cliff that knows the void up there
there is always a river that sings for it
there are grasses that spread
too there are goats and cows to graze over them
there are seas that rage with big waves
there are rocks waiting for them at the shore
there are dreams that do not come true
there are those who listen and write about them
there are those that die
there those who are newly born
there are ends
and there are beginnings too
war sleeps and peace is awake
this world spins and revolves as the sun looks unblinking
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem