There was fire in your eyes
I do not have the power to capture it with words,
ignited by a simple poem not seen,
that told me of my desert long denied
two parched areas of our souls.
That fire impossible to counterfeit
igniting poetry in poet ways
even in a distant barber shop
Ten Commandments not aside. Bill Grace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem