what does life do?
it doesnt make me blue.
not strong thats true.
it makes me be you
Feelings like anger
Hate hope and schmanger
hanging on a hanger
at the edge of life's danger
But it lets you live
On a planet and sieve
Helps you breathe and stride
makes you a living thing
Everything has a life
But not many have survived.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem