A glow of gold
And warmth quite bold,
The Poet's
Written words,
So naturally were born
So that in trance,
All those that read
Were, inevitably
And willingly
Just held.
A master of her Art
It was not the hand
That wrote,
But her kind
And precious heart
Where feelings felt,
Were soft and pure
And blessed
Mixed with her tears
They formed a part
Of all the loving
Things,
That Poetry does best.
Thank you, Sandra. Your inspiring words have contributed a lot in my journey to this wonderful art. You never ceases to give words of wisdom and insight. We are truly blessed by your presence on this site....a true, loving and dedicated Poetess with a beautiful mind and heart.
I will try my very best to meet the expectations of this poem . I may not be the best but, I know with all humility, that whenever I weave, my heart has the biggest part of it.
Not even in my wildest dreams and imagination wilI l ever ever read a beautiful poem as beautiful as this one. With all honesty, I don't think I deserve this poem. But the great Poetess once told me and still resonates that I should believe in myself and my capabilities as a person. Thank you, Sandra, I never felt so proud of my Poetry but with this poem you made me feel I could reach the heavens above.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautifully penned poem. A superb tribute to a kind and brilliant poetess...10++❤️❤️❤️