alone again
in the nochturnal
hours,
with pen
in hand,
as the music
gently
soothes
an awakening
soul.
I can relate. Seems writers are like this - and you put it all together realistically.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one came straight from your soul. May the music never end. And thank you for your beautiful comments on my work. Always your friend, Sandra