Part of the world is bad
Part of the world is mad
The rest of the world is sad
When the banks of the Crimson River burst.....
The world is dead!
Nice one Val, Don`t worry, we won`t let your Crimson River burst, we are on the way with buckets to bail out the water
I agree. An acurate discription of the place of our abode. Very good.
I think I fit into line one and two, but I certainly don't want to end up on line five. Nice work Valerie.
Succinct and emotional, powerful. But remember, where there is life there is hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is to me a dew dropp that fell from an angel's eyes! Nice.