Poets are such children,
They still can dream out loud,
Although they know, that life is sad,
And full of deep, black clouds.
A beautiful melancholy flow, and love the notes! .. Very beautifully painted! .. Thank you ever so much for sharing this! .. Ever so very many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++
Brevity at its finest. So true. You picture a great and happy poet. Enjoyed reading it.10
This is a short, simple, sweet and delicate poem! Loved reading it!
And now when somebody calls me a big child, I'll smile and say: Yup. I'm a poet. Thank you, Sandra for letting us see the light beyond the black clouds.
Such a simple and truly beautiful poem that captures the essence of all that a Poet is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A marvellous poem so nicely envisioned and depicted. Yes, poets are the big children as per the depiction in the poem. Thanks for sharing. ......10