beneath the crust of society
past the should and should nots
whether you’re a have or a have not
lies the essence
of being human
it is in the rhythm of
your fingertip
running across the page
your skin tingling with the vibrations
of the winter wind
humanity is found
at the base level
the ground floor
the connection between people
an outstretched arm
a caring hand
offering something all of us need
touch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem - sincere and serene.