You are,
My poetic storm
Out of kilter,
Out of norm
And out of form,
Free, exciting,
Passion torn
Where roses grow
And verses flow,
Where spirit streams,
Infinite dreams
Where only poets
Want to go,
Where Love is born
Sometimes a rose,
Sometimes a thorn.
Such a marvelous write, dear Sandra..10++++++++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this one, Sandra! Yes, where poets want to go...all the time. Fortunately I found poem Hunter and you on this journey, where roses go! Fear to write much here...for last two comments too long...you do that to poets. Haha! Have written two poems...in your honor, your honor...lol! Will publish soon which answers many letters. Ciao Gio!