The patter of rain in early spring
The song of birds being sung
I'd rather hear then about shootings
Or many people in sorrow
For their loved ones killed
A child's laughter
Or an old friend's voice
Singing a drunken ballad
With a gusto no one has seen before
The silence of night
With a hopeful moon
And a shooting star
Watching
Wishing the night
Would never end
These I pray for every night
But it seems the is weakened
With hate
And only love could pull us through
As we wait for a miracle
Our continue to pour out the chalice
Wishing the night Would never end These I pray for every night.. only love could pull us through....... love and love alone matters in life. thank u for this thought. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely put....bravo!