The words dashed out
into the open air
As if suffocated
with long years clamped within
They shot out like cannon balls
Into the world
herald of shock
To rock many
Sensitive souls
Much like me
Proud and sensitive
Aspiring for perfection
Perhaps stumbling
Yet hesitant to accept;
Their weaknesses openly!
They wrap words
Polish then with tact
Touch then with lips
Wet -made, made wet again
With tip of a pink sneaky tongue!
I say; it is simple truth!
Untarnished, undiluted
In total acceptance of responsibility
With trust and faith
Life moves on blithe.
All here with individual commitments
Words smile, With your thoughts.
Life is enhanced by god's love
No grass is solitary or god's love lacking.
Each life has its purpose defined!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem