A growing bud of a flower, emerging into the light, our hearts need to be the same. We each need spring on the earth. To be reborn to extinguish hate in the world. In the midst of all the turmoil we need to climb out from the abyss that mankind has spread over the past with wars ceaselessly followed by another. Love is the greatest gift we need to spread it out amongst all humanity.
Michael Cochrane © 2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem