Tell me a poetic story,
I'm so tired of extremes.
Nothing seems to announce new glory,
World keeps splitting at the seams.
Tell me a poetic story,
Full of hollywoodian dreams,
When Romantic films were glory,
And real Love had self esteem,
When the purity of caring,
Seemed to be within our heart,
And we admired Beauty, sharing,
Blessings, of true works of Art.
Sandra Feldman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wishful-thinking-46/
