Watching flowers on a tree,
A poet sings his melody,
Dreaming of a better World
The idealist sees evil blurred,
Loving all there is to love,
With olive branch,
Flies the white Dove
Sandra, I liked the images in this poem and the message.++10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But boys with guns do wait and hide they shoot the bird and kill with pride. They kick in the gates where they feel, they get in and steal, steal, steal thanks for the FeldmanFest! ! ! !