What is natural,
Supernatural
Where does life
Begin or end?
So many answers given,
But not One
Can fully explain,
Nor even start,
To comprehend.
That the fog
That we live in
Is but anguish
Till the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Sandra, the fog comes in early and never leaves. We cannot see where we began and leave. A wonderful mysterious write. Many thanks for your wonderful comments.