A portal to an unknown world 8/08
My writing is my life
My pure joy
Accolades from people I let into my world
Along with comments
My writing is my therapy
My friend it’s pure rapture
My poems are sincere
Not for anyone but myself
A canopy for me to hide under
When things in my life go wrong
All I need is paper and a pen
And the words flow like a river
Without a place to go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem