A poem, good
A poem, wise
A poem that,
All sanctifies
That speaks of love
And not of hate,
That gives the world
Good hope and faith.
A poem with
The breath Spring
That brings rebirth
To everything,
A poem that
The birds can sing
Take to the Nations
And give them, Wings.
A poem that all
Hate would end
No bloody wars,
Left to defend.
A World where
Peace would
Come about,
Sung in this poem,
Clear and loud!
Where Truth
Would then
Erase, all doubts
And love and trust
Finally, be,
Our poetic
Fantasy,
Becoming
Sweet, Reality.
May the poetic fantasies remain sweet and forever. Let us all get together to make it a spring time, so beautiful and lovely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I loved this forever poem, dear friend Sandra........10