All the world's a stage.
A world filled with rage,
Places, faces, traces of a lonely soul.
Soul, a rider on this life's journey.
Journey into this vortex.
Vortex a crime in the city.
The city a place filled with screams instead of dreams.
Dreams of a everyday man, woman or child.
We need to learn more about love.
A rainbow fulfilling its life of dreams.
Dreams in the mans minds eye.
Eye of wonder.
Eye of the storm.
Eyes blinded by the sight of her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem