The street under the feet may reach the poles,
Shortly.
The aliens could be next door neighbours,
Shortly.
There will be black holes or no,
Shortly.
The cells will never die,
Shortly.
There will be no dreams,
Shortly.
There will be no phenomena,
Shortly.
Should I remain as an
Invertebrate amoeba
Living without a change
Since the primordial times?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Should I remain as an Invertebrate amoeba Living without a change Since the primordial times? ' You have added zoology here, nice poem with nice idea/imagination.