Future Days (September 8th 2019) Poem by DM W
Future Days (September 8th 2019)
I sense deep blue waves of new possibilities.
For poems are flowing like oceanic dreaming.
I sense a time when the Arts will reign supreme:
A time that will perfectly blend thought and feeling.
I sense an end to crude power and cold control.
I see the doves of freedom gliding on the wind.
I sense the wondrous wedding day of heart and soul:
When humanity will transcend its mortal sins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2024 10:53:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A truly inspired poem. Well done.
Thanks Michael I think it's a positive note to end my current poetry writing spree...have to finish course work and return to full time teaching...sigh!