I'm thinking what I should write, but I really haven't a clue to write at all. I also find my thoughts are tangled like a dance. I'm not shore this is anything you want to read at all. This is a small account of my morning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Shania, Pure creative nothing. I love it. First poem that's made me smile in a while. Truth is where it's at and you've managed it beautifully. Keep it up! ! ! Rick