I never forced
Myself to write.
All the words
I have woven
Came from the
Strings of my heart.
I could never command
Those words to dance
In a crystal clear paper.
All have a course
Of their own
Like the air we breathe.
Copyright 2021, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
Whatever appeared as words came from the strings of the heart.
Bedazzling piece describing the sources of words for a poet of repute.
I cite your lovely concluding part: All have a course Of their own Like the air we breathe. So very true. Crystal clearly composed profound picture of a beauty.Thank you so much for sharing
5 Stars fullest on Top and to my Favourites, my dearest Mrs. Juan Austin
From the nook of my eyes I saw the excellent flow of this sweet, beautiful and so fragrantic poem, and I reopened again PH, and so am here, This is TRUE BEAUTY from the heart, yiours, I have enjoyed every line, each word and yet BEAUTY shows herself here perpetually.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Anything that comes out of heart of a poet becomes natural poetry...I admire your stance!