Infinite sources
Of knowledge: technology's
Glossolalia.
Yet wisdom is still rare these days.
Where can it be found?
Angels sweep over readers,
In vast libraries,
And listen to their secret
Thoughts and their desires.
These wise, guardian angels
Whisper words of hope
And comfort. Their role is to
Heal and enlighten.
Can this broken world still be
Mended and redeemed?
Can life be filled with new dreams?
Dominic a poem worthy of a reread and again five stars. And I still will have to re-watch Wings Of Desire. Many thanks and take care.
Dominic I believe Wim Wenders would be a very proud German director after reading your fine and hopeful poem. A full score and take care. And the answer to your poem's last lines is a clarioned, mighty yes to both. For hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things and no good thing ever dies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Shaun...I'm discovering so many interesting new things in this film. I'm taking my time before completing my article. It's such a great, modern work of Art.