Like a drift wood...
Many years of life travel...
In turbulent dark oceans and calm torquoise sea...
Strangely so, I discovered a part of me...
In poetry.
Great poetry here, my friend. If we don; t travel we do not have the dark oceans but miss out on the beauty of the turqoise sea. We have to travel; een the dark oceans have their own charm A super 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You know dear friend, like you i am too, i find half of me in poetry because i free as my own in my world, my speech, my idea, and it gives me freedom as all i want to be, like annual ring of the temperate wood we may see layers of our experiences but after all we still the same tree, just brave and stronger all these years...and what made us...a core that with us since we were born long time before, love the poem and have a nice travel and take care_Soul