As I breath,
I must write,
Not losing sight,
Of the Truth,
Wishing that one day
Minds will have progressed enough,
To know how to act,
And what to chose,
Remembering that Hope,
Should always be,
The last thing we lose.
Everything about this poem sings! It calls for hope It brings hope It is hope!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loss of Hope To see loss of hope And soon afterwards Loss of brilliant mind Loss of precious life
As long as there is poetry, art, creation There is hope. Thanks for reading