My present life,
My present condition,
I have nothing to offer you;
Than my poems.
Money and things are paper and shiney lifeless baubles.. Real treasure is a poem written for someone with love making it shine like a diamond. Paper does not transform a heart, but what is written upon it can Edward. Thankyou.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Starting life all over again! Peace and love to all mankind without racism. Here on earth with my works, Able to teach along the line. Poetry! ! Muse; with my Identity to the world. Thanks for your comment. Adding your positive message. Stay blessed always.