These are dark times,
When love and rhymes,
Beauty, Art,
Forgotten and neglected
Tell me what really feeds the heart?
When human deep, creative feelings
Are forgotten, not projected.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah Sandra, your concern is genuine. We are really going through a bad patch. But let us hope for the good times to come soon. Nice poem.