This morning I woke alone,
A smile crept across my face,
No time to cry or to bemoan,
No sorrow, not even a trace,
The room is strewn like a cyclone
Has rampaged around the place.
No angry words for which to atone.
Tasmanian Devil is my disgrace,
As I whorled throughout the home,
My soul and spirit to interlace.
The time has come to be on my own
Freedom is mine, it, I do embrace.
Beautiful poem Deva, freedom is mine...like this line.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Being alone is nice sometimes. It gives you time to think, no angry words said and all the freedom you can have! Nice one, truely enjoyed this poem!