When thinking and feeling,
Come together,
What can that produce?
A World that works out better?
Or just a pleasant poem,
Which assembles and resembles,
Just a temporary truce.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree, it would be so nice but the feet of iron and moist clay I'm afraid is destined to be opened to no agreement, I wish all people were poets, your poetry always reveals a peaceful, gentle soul. Wonderful poem! ! !