We are apt so easily to lose sight
Of one another
Along our busy ways; until
Seperately we vanish,
Wondering where it all went...
One must - by necessity - look
Behind many words -
For, deep meanings are deeply hid
Beyond things sounding rather absurd.
What could a poet
But be;
If not a translator of
The yet to see.
Great beauty of thoughts
Abound,
In artistic visions
Unwound.
Stop - look - find:
Working, walking, writing and playing together,
Brings about a better human-kind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem with so much to offer Smoky. The words ring so true.