Poetry,
A special way
Of talking to oneself
When no one's around
To listen,
Pretending,
You are just,
Blending
Artistic sounds,
And nothing else,
While,
Keeping pride
And sanity
Intact...
It is a friend we need. Well penned Sandra. Thank you for commenting.
An introvert soliloquy upholding the poetic flights of imagery for deriving joy and contentment. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is the moment of joy for poets. An inspiring poem, dear Ma’am Sandra..10++