Poetic Joy Poem by Sandra Feldman
Poetic Joy
My whole day is spent in Poetry
Reading, writing
Rhymes that come and go,
Mysteriously,
Some might say that that's
A total waste of time!
But for me,
As vital as the air I breath,
Since Poetry is,
The life that's left,
In me,
And joyfully exists
Extemporaneouly.
It is not only for you but for some others poetry is the life. A nice inscription has been made by you. Thanks for posting.10
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4/26/2024 7:39:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Life itself is poetry.Beautiful poem.