After all this time
You're still my loving Grain,
My confident,
The one that understands
My lonely pain
I never tire of you,
Poetry, yes
I think that is your name.
Wonderful, dear Sandra. No one ever, I'm sure, has distilled the essence of the name Poetry quite like you, in this poem.
For a poetess her muse is the closest confident and lovely companion to overcome loneliness. A simple yet meaningful theme. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A supernal slick poem, dear Ma'am Sandra....10+++++