perhaps..
when i sing..
i don't sing
when i dance..
i don't dance
but when i write
and when i love..
there's no perhaps
since, ..
when i write..
i do love,
when i love..
i do write,
and when i do 'both'
i do me
and when i do 'me'
i do..
no perhaps.
i like it very much...words are executed very beautifully..good work
So much affection in this write and it claim a place of aesthetic in our mind.. a generation of love emerged and you sing and dance for us by your words, in your writing that full of love lullaby..nice write....By the way the autumn picture that i painted is not about sad Ahmed, it's about nature full of colors and colors inked our life differently...Keep writing and the love in your writing should be striking as always..Good luck n take care ur health my friend_Unwritten Soul
A journey through your words labyrinth game, a twist of words with fine wise meaning. Great poem..Cristina Teodor
play of words letting out a mirage of feelings........defracting to emit so variant meanings...........liked how u used the same words to mean different each time...wow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a great philosophy to live by... When we do the things we love, we do it wholeheartedly, because we're good at it, it comes naturally. But talk about doing things we are not comfortable doing in front of others, it's a 'rather not' situation. But writing and loving is a private affair which we share with people we feel confident with... Marvelous poem!