come one
come all
let us have
another party
with words
and songs
let us
pretend
that our
ribs are
guitar rings
and our hands
are tambourines
and our
mouths are
flutes
and our
walls and posters
our friends
and guests
under the moon
on this cold
night
inside our room
let us be
joyful as the precious
children
of this universe
worshipping
God above
come one
come all
let us dance
and make...love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem