The past twenty years
Have been 'heaven' to me.
Many hours I have spent
Writing poetry.
Early each morning
My words are in flight.
They rush from my brain
With a flood of delight.
Poems about sunshine
Others about rain,
I am left feeling radiant
Can't quite explain!
Reality or Fantasy
Is with me forever,
The pleasure of writing
Is a gift I must treasure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem