The poem I cannot write
Does not flow on forever
The prayer I cannot make
Remains lost in the end of the world
The dreams I cannot formulate
Do not even know they are not
And all I am
And all we are
Remain impossible
for what we are not
And will never be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Shalom, such a well expressed poem................................