A World Of My Own Poem by Benjamin Jansen
A World Of My Own
Quietly I sit in a world of my own,
Watching,
Thinking,
Feeling,
Ever so tall are the trees,
Ever so soft is the moss,
Ever changing is the river,
So long have these mountains stood,
Forever they will remain,
From night to day,
From winter to summer,
From a seed to a tree,
Ever changing is me.
This is really cool i like this one a lot too it has great rhythem to it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 12:59:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, agree; this has great rhythm. Nice!