No, they are not stars...
This, my dreams shine in the sky...
No, it not a rain...
They be tears ours of angels...
No, these not a grey hair...
It only begins a snowfall of snowdrops....
No, they are not stars...
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder is it not. Your poem beautifully and succinctly expresses this truth. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Stars are dreams, I like your world it's good to dream.. Andrew 10
Ah, Tsira, you write such lovely thoughts and ideas. Your poems are rich in images and warmth. Very nicely done.10
What a nice write, short but you say so much. It flows so easily.10+
life and the nostalgia it carries with it in the face of realities that awaits ahead...nice work Tsira...10
Truly admirable...first you and then your poem :)
beautifully you connect one to another...nice poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's quite complicated to determine your meaning here but it got somethin to do with lost love I reckon.An unfinished love.Great piece tsira.