Global soupsters
The earth's globe rotates around the sun.
Morning for some and night ffor mothers as it does.
Languages are many and dialects varied causing divide
What of the language of literature?
Translations of heart. feelings and life seep thru both
metal gates and hard walls.
Poets of mind acknowledge each other with open nods.
They know no divide of country. culture or race.
Only to speak the truth of bring.
Copyright © Dietra Reid | Year Posted 2024
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