Like wood burns with fire,
Poetry knows where feelings go,
Where they come from,
The comfort, they glow.
Poetry knows,
And says so.
Never let Poetry go,
It's part of our Universal Soul,
It's part of being human, that's all.
Perhaps a grand imbalance for those without math talents? jaja Me encanta todo que escribes y sangria k este fria see ya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry knows! Poetry is a place where meaning and truth can be found like the pearl inside the oyster that glows! Thanks Sandra....