A Poet's home
Is that crystal dome
Where all living beauty
And endless possibilities
Exist,
But where the impossible
Is sadly, embodied
By a pen less and closed
Fist.
A prolific poet explores the entire universe with his bottomless pen. Amazing poem, dear Ma’am Sandra...10++❤️❤️❤️
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I would like to translate this poem
CONGRATS FOR BECOMING 488/500 SOME TIMES I TOO WAS 439/500 NOW lying low thanks SF for ur comments Sandra Feldman (5/4/2020 5: 53: 00 PM) Nice poetic tribute to red wine thru poetry, A toast to the art of your poem And its pleasant originality