I do not think
I learned something
I haven't hitherto seen
Across the board
You played a game
That no less bewitched me
Not that I was yielding,
Not that I was naive,
I thought of not to let you down
I let you win the race!
Apples in the distance ripe
Blue water in the stream
Birds that flock around those blooms
I rejoice in my theme...
Nov 25th,2020
A well crafted poem.... Truly profound and poetic....5 stars *****
Letting go and letting win is the sign of maturity. Very nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The last Stanza is much enchanted and impressive. You have so beautifully delineated this poem on nature and poetry. Thanks for sharing. Five stars.