Walk into my world,
The concrete prayers of the city,
Children laugh at bus stops
And wild roses cling to a broken fence
Near an old apartment complex.
There’s a thousand ways to say
I love you;
Nothing has to be memorized,
Truth is evident.
Superb imagery. You have a rare gift. Write on, my friend. As always, Sandra
The image you present in he first stanza is stark and yet one of innocent hope Uriah! Yes! the truth is evident indeed....Wow! you are a great poet...smiling at you, Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A spare and beautiful write. You engage emotion with imagery.