Oh words of life lead on me not
For weak am I, your chosen Poet
Streams of stories with all these lines
So poor your choice to have them spoken
Words unknown, Nay trust in mine
A place so peaceful, and still alone
So many rhymes are sought upon
For each word within a poem
In this their wealth shall never fade
Once again shall play a spoken part
Therefore so many words await a poet's mind
To unify them from their heart
(11/27/2019)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear madam, you are a prolific writer and your poetry carry a lot of substances! Keep penning!