the sea was dust,
the dust was sea,
and both were sky
no one there
no one here
no one around
only the pens,
and this poet
lost in words
For poet, everything just inside the pen..you can create illusion in mind just by word..your pen is a wand if you are wizard hahahaha....but also your pen is like crown for a King... You never lost in word, if you as a poet sew the nice words for heart to wear..Love in poetry is exist as poet use pen to write...Hmm maybe use computer in today's life hahaha Joking_Unwritten Soul
I'm not quit sure but I really enjoyed this poem. It's beautiful, and has a certain innocence about it. It gives you a Brie into the poets solitude while he's writting. Very good!
yes; this is poetry and i am inspired; someday when i will be able enough; i will follow your footsteps! ! !
Yes this one is one of the best works of you dear. Very imagery and deep meaning. Fantastic and you deserve the best appreciation.
Thank you for inviting me to read this. I very much enjoy short and concise abstractions of this kind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All alone with your pen and the magic of sea, dust and sky. Many times words fall short to describe such magical moments of amazing beauty. Wonderful observaion, masterfully penned.