I was known with a name,
Writing this poem not be fame,
It is because of curious feeling,
On what others are thinking.
Maybe nobody glance at my words,
Or give a praising as reward,
But I still want to try,
Although my wings still wet to fly.
My poem like a flower,
That planted among high tower,
Did anyone see my colors?
Did my fragrance smell by other?
I hope that someone see my light,
That shine between thousand of stars in the night,
Feel the warm of my word,
Of the poem that I wrote.
It is a pleasure to read your soul in these words that are yours and more....iip
Yes people will notice your poem. Welcome to the world of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks for your word..