Poems! Oh! Poems
You are the calm
To my turbulent lot
And the balm
To my aching heart!
With your soothing touch
You pull me
You lull me
And you cull me!
Fountains of joy
Spring forth
And encompass me!
I'm lost
In the undercurrent
Of ecstasy!
very true...a poem on paper is an ecstasy as you have written...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
After I started writing poems, I have begun to realize how soothing and absorbing it can be! A cute little poem, coneying so much! !