Poetry is life.
It's freedom.
A field filled
With colorful flowers,
Is poetry.
It is rich
In every sense
Of the word.
It flows
Wherever
It desires.
Poetry is perfect
In every angle.
It's as the
Bright and morning sun
Rising from the east
And setting in the west.
It revolves as the sun.
It drips like rain.
It soars as eagles.
It's as beautiful
As a Rose.
Poetry....
It is not easy to define poetry as it has vast circumferences. May be poetry a colourful flower with many attractive petals or may be the morning sun rising in the east or may be the rain drops that tranquillize the motherland with it all creatures. Dear Jeanette, you have so nicely painted this poem. Your some lines... It's as the Bright and morning sun Rising from the east And setting in the west. It revolves as the sun. It drips like rain. It soars as eagles. It's as beautiful As a Rose. Thanks for this rose...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A free flight of creativity on winged imagination. A beautiful depiction of poetry. Thanks for sharing Jeanette.