Out goes smoke
In comes air
Left alone
No one there.
Going some place
But, not sure where
Eyes are open
I am just aware.
Not sure what
I will have to forebear
Till I release my soul
Without a care;
And just let go
Nothing left, to be here.
capturing very fantastic moment and made out of it a wonderful poem with deeper meninges of freedom, it is amazing piece of work, it deserves 10/10 thanks for sharing
I will have to forebear Till I release my soul Without a care; And just let go Nothing left, to be here. a very fine poem. thinking of the soul and life. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Josh Alfred. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks