Who are we?
Nobody knows
The stuff is in us.
Cutting, shaping and designing
As it goes.
Tools are with us
Masterminding the future
Oh, lo! Who bothers?
As the wind blows
So goes the dust.
But it is true
Even a dust can reach the peak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Even dust can reach the peak. thanks. wonderful one. I invite you to read my poems and comment.