With my point and middle fingers
I cut off the thread
of cynical hatred and
of thwarted revenge
To solve the conflict far off in the east
bring the tormented some peace
many would cheer
losing what they fear
their dreams
that is my dream
it may not come true
I do know too
but may I imagine?
a childly imagination
that with two of my fingers
I could cut off those threads
Naive it seems
but may I dream?
no one can continue living without dreaming...coz you have to have something to live for.... keep dreaming till one day all your dreams will come true....good luck....10 Hataw
Very well narrated and impressive message! Very heartwarming.. It's amazing..sequence is just perfect.. Thanks for sharing..
I love the visions in this poem you write so well Krista
I liked the formating alot, ., ., and it flowed really well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
power to the poet with their two fingers, words can change a persons like if they are expressed creatively and your dreams are expressed in your words, very nice poem