Interpret it as you will,
Or not at all
Poetry is still
The reflection,
The language
Of the Soul,
That has no material form,
No explanation, at all
But connects our dreams,
To ideas and feelings,
That are our finest, call.
I am glad I read this gem of a poem. What you treasure is what you are!
Love you too dear Sandra, for the beauty you share and word of truth that you spread!
Language of the soul is beautifully reflected in poetry with enthusiasm. Dreams and reality are connected not in material form rather in spiritual form. This poem is absolutely and deeply philosophical poem...10
Sandra, a wonderful poem. Blessed are those who can reach heavenwards with a pen.++10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We love you too, Sandra... Thanks for inspiring us👍👍👍