Poetry,
The Fountain
That keeps on giving
So that the spirit
Love and feelings
And whatever else
Is human in us,
Doesn't dry up.
I wish I seen poetry as you do, sometimes it overwhelms me in creativity and completeness then at times..I hate it, I guess for me it is a love hate relationship
What a beautiful poem, Sandra. I can see your words coming from a fountain in different colors. I thank you profusely for your lovely comments. It encourages me to continue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An inspired writer like you doesn’t go through a dry spell, dear Ma’am Sandra...10+++