Poetry is what my mother,
Taught to me,
Honesty, is what my father,
Taught to me,
Beauty is what I always,
Seek to see,
Love, is all I lived for,
Made me free.
Wow! What a tasty morsel! I love it! I guess my mother was a poet and a self-taught musician. Perhaps genetics threw me a little bone? I never shared any of that with her. I lived outside, almost never entered a building I like that, what makes me me for some reason it makes me teary! Te agradezco profundamente quizas me hace recordar algo bien escondido? ? ? en la mente? quizas el corazon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Honestly Poetry Is beauty And your poetry Makes us all so free