Opinions, feelings,
Fleeting Doves
What makes us live?
What makes us still,
Keep searching love?
Is it that maybe
Way within
There's still some goodness
That will win.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I had to read this one because of its hopeful title, Sandra. I hope that there's still goodness within that can win. I see his translating to our inner selves as well as our current political climate. Half of what we see is what we choose to focus on. I think we can find some goodness today. Thanks for your brief and pithy poem, Sandra.