There are poems that remain,
That seed, grain for thought
And grow with time,
Get under your skin,
Not only for their rhyme.
The more you know them,
The more in you they sing
In stature, in meaning,
Passion and feeling,
Always appealing
As they become,
Thru loving osmosis,
An integral part of you.
I always love to read your poetry Sandra, you are what true poetry is all about my friend
Process of a Poem getting out of a poet is as natural as osmosis does. What a cute simile! Thank you for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sandra, such a marvelous write............................