She danced today' I heard her sing a beautiful song today.
NMy joy filled the cup of wine as I sighted her blossom like a sunflower.
Our seed of love has germinated, our sacrifice that knows no race or gender or tribes.
Let's trade guns for exotic fruits .
Sounds of bombs for music and
War for a festival of love.
Really, our gift to humanity can give life to a dying soul.
Sunday, August 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: humanity