At the coast I found the cost
Of life, death and of path
With wrath, burning hearth
Soft rhythm of heart.
Clinging drops at fingers
Salty were they; not the sea
As the product is not Producer
Realized: soul is not the Soul.
Cause is not the result born
Son is not the Father though
Chain of DNA links them so
Saw I so, hence this horn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Chain of DNA! ! Thanks for sharing.