I can see the fire in peoples eyes but
I'm the ashes left behind
then I Hear the air whispers words of dispair
But the earth that quakes shakes me down
but I fall in the river that flows and passes them by and forgets all their lies
But Once an ugly duckling transformed into a swan just as a lost spirit found out who they really were.
Now that my lost soul has found it's way I realize the path I must take
I realize the path I must take, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You Go Girl! Never stop writing...it's something you're born with and just takes writing to master..the more your write the better you'll get..and you're pretty darn good! Also, the more you read of other's works..the better you''ll get. Read novels of all kinds, learn from the writer's craft, their prose... You've got It! Now let it grow! ; -) Kelly.