Am I weird because I can write about the beauty in a breeze?
Am I weird because I see the sorrow behind a smile?
Am I weird because I can paint a picture with my words?
Well if I am weird at least I am not alone.
For I have with me those who can write a story so deep their words break your heart. And there are
those who transform themselves into others so well you believe they are the people they are playing
and those who are like my brother was for when he danced it was magical, Let me not forget the artists
and the musician either. For we are the beauty, the soul and the conscience of the world aren't we?
Or are we just weird.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem