The uncontested worth
Of a great poem
Does not end
Reading it once,
It lives on,
Immaculately
Into the depths
Of immortality
And Time.
It also reminds me of a poem I wrote..shards of glass..simulator to a Kaleidoscope, every which way we tumble a poem, the words form new shapes of meanings
Yes, a great poem is a new sunset, a new love, it does not go forgotten but Waite to be read again and again each time willing to open new doors for differing emotions, very true this is!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry is truly timeless. Simply magnificent, dear Ma’am Sandra..10++