Me, myself a devotion.
Silent cry of a cello;
A solitaire in oblivion.
And a restless flying tree
Whose motherland is
World poetry.
wow great expression on own-self O yeah Your myself is flying tree and motherland of pure poetry../// love it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem, great in brevity. Great poetic word choice wow. So nice to read from your inking again, Pleez do comment my newest poem too titled, 'when life was really child's play'