Isn't it foolish to write,
About things so out of sight,
Trying to transfer feelings,
Unto a page in White,
Sweetness, love and light,
Or sometimes just for justice, fight.
But if these feelings can touch another,
Then you know you have reached,
A new sister or a brother.
Fraternal love thru poetry,
Not a bad place for a poet to be...
Agree?
I agree, Sandra. The world would be a better place if we all were poets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes! Not a bad place at all: -)