A little wind knows better than i,
that all hope fits in a child's hand.
Like the crossing of two paths is what i crave
and my heart keeps me standing here.
Thinking my name will live longer
in all of the flowers that bring the sun closer.
But what we have done to ourselves,
and how we have let promises never be kept.
Has eternity too drunk and the clock stopped.
It has the tears in my eyes drowning in everyone's life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi neighbour, seems our paths have crossed.....thoughtful poem.....John