There is something
So wonderfully
Unique
In Poetry,
That if it were
Ever to die,
Something very precious
In humanity
Would die,
Too,
Never to be regained,
Not felt, as Sanctified.
If Poetry were to die, Then life would become a bore, Like a blank sky without stars, Like flowers without any colour. Some precious aspect of life lost! ........beautifully penned Sandra.......Top stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well created poem..... Truly brilliant and noble....5 stars*****