I think part of being a poet
Is constantly pulling your heartstrings
Talking out loud
And yet poking your soul
You feel like your soul is the whole room
And you're standing in it
Together with everyone you love
Everyone who came to mind as you were writing
I think if I wrote hard enough I could be a violin
That's why I'll never stop writing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fine is your free verse, dear Ma’am Angela....10++
Thank you so much, I appreciate your kind words!