When certain poems speak to us,
They're sort of like a friend,
That though not there,
Act as, a calming blend.
We identify and are not shy,
Our likeness to confess,
And in our lonely, broken hearts,
Do many poems bless.
I agree and these thoughts in your poem were very well expressed.
And in our lonely, broken hearts, Do many poems bless. .. concise and great. Beautifully penned.Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes! ! ! ! ! ! And a wonderful economy of words Sandra You say so much with so few poetic words I agree some poems become friends. We carry them around -beautiful tribute