I keep this magic
of choice
this wand of options
are there dragons?
i can turn them into
lizards
do they still use the
fire of their tongues?
i can make them
torches in the darkness
of our paths
are there hawks?
they can be butterflies
are there hornets as
hindrances?
they can all be
fireflies
where there is going
to be war
i can always move to
peaceful places
of the heart
where there is cruelty
and oppression
there are always places
for contemplation and
peace...
this right to choose
this myriad options
there are all in the lines
of our palms
on destinies paved
by our own decision
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
peaceful places of the heart we must know before going to war. good poem.