Read this poem aloud, my dear friend,
Alone but peaceful you'll be, like in a forest.
In our inner mood we resemble soaring birds,
Near and close we try to keep, to an ideal nest.
Love of poetry seems to be our second nature,
Each constantly disturbed with what we write.
A day is not just a day copied or repeated, as
Friendship encourages us to move ceaselessly forward.
March 16th,2009.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellently done acrostic poem.10
Thank you so much for the kindness.