5: 49 p.m.
Books filled with tears, fears, and dreams, all aligned
in poetical verses of an interior spirituality.
Allowing others the option to look through them and see
an inkling of who this poet is and hopes to be one day.
Exchanging attitudes and behaviors through the years,
growing, dying, blossoming in her lifetime.
Everyone being privy to this exclusive look at a mere
poet's life as she writes her self into depths of
another existence.
(5: 50 p.m. - 11/19/14)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem