Somewhere in the depth of time
and all that allows
our world to rhyme,
is the love of being
Simply the seeing in the darkness
of life's breath
This is the spark of life
that runs rife, and
makes us fear our death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Susan, this is beautifully written and so true. Top marks and thanks for sharing it with us. Hugs David