My Egoistic Narcissism is Buried here
Marvelous metaphorical poetry
How happy am I
that ere I leave the world
for my final sojourn
I have come across
wizards of poet-trees
in all of Poem Hunters you...
alas
my ego has finally been buried
I am no poet
I thought I was married to poetry
composed by no one else
like me
now I am just a seedling
reading thee
my roots need to go deep
ere I weep
upon the days since gone
a narcissistic poet in me
succumbs
now I am done
ego has been abandoned
I am now totally free
as the winter's
icy cold breeze
to slap upon nude,
naked trees like me
and
sing a soulful song
be happy
all
now accept your poetry...
hopefully
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am totally free As the winter's Icy cold breeze To slap upon Nude naked trees like me Nice word composition dear poet.100++++ Thanks for sharing.
THANK YOU SO ''MUCHLEE''...ANOTHER NEWER WORD... I HAVE COINED SO MANY LOST TRACK OF ALL MYSELF DEAR POET SIR