You can tell me
About the air,
Or about the star,
Or about the one
Who can not be
Touched here
And also there.
But you cannot tell
How and when to
Fill up your belly,
Or where and when
To reside,
You cannot tell
Whom to love
And how long to love.
But something is there
In the sun rise,
Though not true.
Something is there
In shape and size,
Though not true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You cannot tell Whom t love And how long to love Nice poem! Sylva.