My mind calculates
The beauty afar
What is in the stock?
Stock of the future, that awaits us all
I wonder and wonder
What is my worth?
In this gleaming glittering beautiful world
Its defiantly less then a few pence because...
My beloved one does not response
The stars are of worth
The blackness hides something at mass
The moon is giving light
But where I stand
I can not define....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
a lovely professionally written poem with rich idea and the composition of verses is emough good and a rich poem is it..10/10