Every voice needs an ear
for it to be free
Every writer, a reader,
or the words cease to be
In my case I've been lucky
though she came to me late
For my dearest sweet Laura
—the key to my gate
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November,2018)
‘To My Dear Friend Laura'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well penned dear! God richly bless you!