If I never wrote a poem again...
Would I have lost an audience,
Or just a friend....
Friends count millions,
Audience, a few....
You be the judge...
Your comments are true...
Make them truth...
Make them lies...
Audience? HA!
Friends do not
Disguise.
No intrigue.
No mystery.
Once 'Paraclete'
'Paraclete'
No more.
Petals fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful like sparkling diamond as when blazed by the light dazzling in colours, yet petals fall when descicated from its stock of love, , , , , , great write, i like it,10+, thanks for sharing