The Stranger Poem by Ayesha iSha
The Stranger
I only have thoughts
That become words
Scattered like the countless coins on the floor of a shrine
The words that clink and make soul stirring sounds
The words when mingled together
Paint a picture that completes me
That’s the world inside me
That’s the identity I can relate to
this is your best one so far but i gave it only a 9 because your grammar is bad
Your poem is AMAZING. Love the way you have made the words appear so flawless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 11:35:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
as poets, our thoughts and their words are our identity....well expressed!