It has taken me to sky
Was my chance a fair try?
I did not know
But I had started with word “go”
Two hundred fifty thousand points
That is unbelievable with note
Yes but it is reality
Not to prove as ability
It is nice to feel as poet
Lie low with stream and be quiet
It is honor to be with readers
As they only take you up the ladder
I was fortunate
To have contact
Through poems
And related them
You are free to narrate
Relate feelings and state
In a manner you like
But like mirror to reflect it with dislike
I feel part
From the start
A good beginning
With record so much shining
Bravo! Iliyan and Nellya Yurukovy19 minutes ago Great! Comment +1 ok
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thats right my dear Poet friend reach for the top. The sky is the limit. A very positive write in the the world of poems, readers, visitors and poets. Very nice.