as a Child
I picked up shells
and kept in my manor
in secret holes
they were my desires
hidden from the public
and soon I forgot
and left them behind
when I grew up
and found new pearls
I neglected the shells
full of soiled soles
but, my mansion dented
and passions demented
my life filled with tides unmeant
fantastic and good imaginary effects, that one can visualize it even....this is what I like in good poetry and you are a good and impressive poetess.. well done poetry friend 10++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great flow...great idea........