Life is but a pair of ends
coming in so differently
trying just to make some sense
‘to exist', means endlessly
move those wings and move to free
lift those feet without pretence
feeling we belong to we. M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is also Excellence, dear Poet, sometimes, many times. Amazing poet and brilliant poem. A TEN Vote. Fascinating words.