Isn't it all poetry?What we seeWhat we senseWhat sounds reachWhat penetrates our depthsWhat can poetry convey?What roads traversedWhat hills climbedWhat tears shedWhat stories toldWith acceptance and understandingof each other's journey:Hands may entwineDifferences can vanishHearts might linkFriendships can beginThe dance of lifeWill flourishBy Lynn Doll©Copyright 2018