Here I sit,
waiting and wondering,
lightning bolts,
but without thundering
What will pass by
and thru me today,
and I'm not talkin
Chile con Carne'
The meat of life
is where we're at
Are we Royalty
or are we brats?
Will peace reside
within our walls?
A spring bursts forth!
In hallowed halls!
of peace, light and purity,
above the fray of insanity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very heavenly indeed..........I loved it