My Poem Poem by Elnayen Ezra

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.