My father once told me
As we walked down the streets of Washington
That most people are nice
We just want to think otherwise
I had an urge to take a picture
And capture, For-ever
That moment
In my mind
In my heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Ana S. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks