Are you the one, my dear,
Gone for the plastic shears,
Wearing the cream of shrouds,
Hiding all flip and flop threads,
Battered is your loving heart,
Steaming is your scheming thought,
Loving is the art, not sold in the mart,
Having the boots, still thorns poke and hurt,
Either the soul is weak or temptation is sharp,
Let us roam through the abandoned towns,
Where we can find the empty hearts down,
Let us pick up each and everyone,
That all wait for something boon,
You and we can make the globe, the crown,
Erase away the marks of frown,
When I am deemed to be your love,
I don't want to shy away to be a coward.
You and we can make the globe, the crown. Great write indeed. thanks.
A fantastic poem, if the whole world worked together what a great world it would be.
when the east and west work together, i, the humanity will be taken care. I am the humanity which is bold and beautiful!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely, i really enjoyed it.happy new year to you.