of late,
i love the pace i keep.
trace,
i keep.
solace i keep.
for my own benefit.
of peace.
i see nothing in it.
the thing they say:
race, ace.
too much of pace.
i like my space, rather.
in the high worth mileage space.
of hedonism.
to a point.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
peace, solace, comfort. my search for love......... verynice poem.. thank you dear poetess. dev