All the depth and glory,
Of Poetry,
Sometimes becomes a conversation,
With oneself.
A revealing and fulfilling soliloquy,
That takes the place of company,
When you're all by yourself.
With all of my heart and mind, when I read someone's poem...I feel as though I'm looking the poet straight in the eyes, l look for what is written and for what is not written and so the writer is not alone, I have walked through your poems and felt as though I was walking with a dear friend, I have picked flowers in your fields and gazed at the phantom moon that you wrote about once upon a poem...you see, we are all joined when emotions are penned from the heart. 😊
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
La mejor amiga posible perfecta y sensible eres tu gentile and jew