A Way Poem by Helen C Capan
A Way
I think there’s a way
that green grass can grow
though constantly tramped on
without being seen.
I think there’s a way
that flowers can bloom
though coldness surrounds her
despite the bright day.
I think there’s a way
that life will erupt
though encased in cement
from just a small seed.
I think there’s a way....but I haven’t yet found it.
Written today April 6,2008
by Helen C. Capan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 5:02:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I think we all should strive to find it, Helen. A realgood poem Ron