PLeasant words
That brews a smile,
Absolute rhymes
that lits the eye.
Without wings
Stil you'd soar the skies
Whilst the mind floats therein
The bliss born of poetry...
Its a legacy!
I love your words. There is flow and meaning. Keep writing and check 'stil' in line 6 unless it is deliberate. Good poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are absolutely right. Let us fly with others...10 marks