Sitting On The Bench Poem by Elizabeth Tews
Sitting On The Bench
Sitting on the bench,
over viewing the beautiful paths of the conservancy.
Makes me feel like a beautiful flower,
standing tall in a wild meadow.
Alone.
Makes my spirit dance,
and sing.
Alone.
Makes me feel like I am not in this world with others,
but in a world with only my soul.
Alone.
In Peace...
Very nice poem you have written here Elizabeth you are a young poet with lots of potential so keep at it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 4:08:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
When you feel aloneness like this, you will never be lonely. An impressive expression of solitude. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥