For the Love of Art
Poets write
Their deep and lovely
Verses,
Coming from the heart
And the only remuneration
That they want, is to be read
And to bring sanity and love
To a World in disarray
So that Beauty and not hate
Will be the New Wind
That blesses and caresses
Our fate, in unity and love,
Before it is too late.
Happy New Year and Love
To all Poets and Friends of Good Will.
"Beauty and not hate Will be the New Wind That blesses and caresses Our fate"
Excellently put Sandra, we all write from the heart in the hope it touches other hearts.
Thank you, David for your very insightful comment, as you say across the pond, 'Spot on'. All the best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
"in unity and love, Before it is too late."