stray poems flittering through our minds
throughout the day we seldom get to write
will entertain none with wit with wisdom
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That happens to me all the time... bits of poems running through my head, but later when I try to write them down, they're gone.. my brain is dead.
yes I have written on this before, we loose a lot of good poems this way