walk with me..
you and me, not separate
our poem is totality
and our poetry,
is all months,
from january..
to december.
walk with me..
where to decide
the strings of poetry
mixed with both,
the guitar's strings
and the strings..
of all seasons.
walk with me..
it's me, who guides
to all strings,
which said no
and refused to sleep
but refused not..
to dream.
walk with me..
i'm still to wait
for all strings,
walking in time
and resisting,
being jailed..
in the guitar.
true freedom lies beyond death...before that it is all illusion.
we must work as one person to spread love, freedom, peace and humanity for all humanity.i love you all poemhunter poets and i love poemhunter.warm love for you.
Loved it, loved the flow, loved th expression of freedom of the soul and of the mind...
Poets of the Earth, unite in the poorest poetic language of the world!))) Nice poem, clear and short. Google translates it without any problem!))) Let it be our anthem! Let it get 10!
may i have to read it twice..but really it's a masterpiece a real way to show the desire to write... :))
this really is an amazing poem. sorry i didnt get to it sooner, been held up and havent been on in a while. but truly, youre a great poet, keep up the good work. youll go far =)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is a song. And as poets we provide the rhythm, spirit. Cry with us when we are sad. Laugh with us when we are happy. Love with us when we are in love. We are the poets, and we will provide the music people wants to hear. And we'll touch their heart's strings with the perfect melody... Great poem!