Wrapped up in Poetry,
Can, anyone understand
The psychological necessity,
Of lending, an amorous hand.
Poetry cradles the poet
In a motherly fashion,
Wiping, away some of the tears
That have already,
Gone out of fashion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry saves us from ourselves. Yet, it lends a helping hand to understand our lives. I enjoyed your poem, dear Sandra. I always find I them rewarding.
I enjoy your comments, more than I can say! Poetry today is not appreciated in the right way. But you seem to love it, with a very deep and unquestionable fervor. Beautiful to see and as beautiful to share. Your kind words always do me great honor and are very gratefully received. Stay safe, I do pray and hope all will be well where you are.