What if things were different,
What if what we desired was granted.
What if the sun did not shine.
What if the moon was raging.
What if she was there.
A soul to bare.
The states fair.
What if peace, jobs, finances came
together.
In the stormy weathers we will walk
to this lifeès conclusion.
No more illusion.
Fusion, a place to stand.
The race is now on.
An Irish sunset.
Here comes the leprechaun.
A 4 leaf clover,
walking by the pub.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem