There was a Slave Girl to sorrow
Once she was set free
Each time I look in the Mirror
She's the one I see
Write comment. Great start, Woroma. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
An insightful piece of poetry, nicely encapsulated in a quatrain and beautifully embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Shalom.
There was a Slave Girl to sorrow Once she was set free Each time I look in the Mirror She's the one I see Beautiful introspection. Thanks poet for sharing. 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lyricism and congestion. I like these kinds of poems. Congratulations to the poet