Who says? Wheels have legs...
Like this, the liquid has no shape!
It just rolls down...
It never looks back!
Water freezes in extremely cold temperatures, but doesn't it retain its shape?
In extreme heat, it deforms into dust!
This substance flies in the sky in a blur...
In a storm, it turns from the blue to rock and falls to the ground!
Rain cannot penetrate glass; it is forced to keep itself in one shape...
What colours, clean or dirty! The splash constantly smears itself on each other!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem