Once nonsense is noticed,
To be what it is.
From a distance where it appears.
Left to step away from it.
That same nonsense,
Clearer to identify.
Will then be known as B.S.
With less influence,
To have kept it felt,
As an addiction needing a 'fix'.
Impossible to quit.
And unbelievable as this may seem,
Miracles can and do happen.
Everyday!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem