What Do I Sweep Away Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

With my broom
What i reject
And what i love
How can i learn anyother way, than with bold strokes of green paint
Who guilds the lapses in time(i quote keats)
Who guides the world, yonder through the universe
Through, this starry milky way
Only me
And you
To the land of plenty
Lets travel
Hate is an inferno, hard, cruel, inhospitable sorrow.
Love is joy, a green garden, with azaleas, purple violets, and pink orchids, farr from violence, , .
With a stream running through it
fountain of youth