i walked down liberal boulevard,
turned left on anarchy and doubt.
made a final right on questioning...
and knocked on the door of an old house.
when the old woman answered i asked her,
'can you tell me, does truth live here? '
she laughed and shook her head,
'that's who i hoped you were! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is clever...we all look for it dont we.