I'm seasoning parables
Over faded ideals
A jewel I don't carry in my heart
Sincere fingers create the art
There's a place I know
Where the vision boats row
No more waving my fingers
Let's watch the orange trees grow
C is for center
Drink to God
Don't pray for bad snow
Love your friend and foe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem