Sitting on the bench,
over viewing the beautiful paths of the conservancy.
Makes me feel like a beautiful flower,
standing tall in a wild meadow.
Alone.
Makes my spirit dance,
and sing.
Alone.
Makes me feel like I am not in this world with others,
but in a world with only my soul.
Alone.
In Peace...
Very nice poem you have written here Elizabeth you are a young poet with lots of potential so keep at it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When you feel aloneness like this, you will never be lonely. An impressive expression of solitude. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥