I wait in the silence
Where no one else is
To hear a poem
In myself
And what I hear
Is only these words
Feeble and small
Which do not know
That they are poetry
And come easily and simply
As if a simple spoken speech
To someone near
Who I most love.
We wait for that the inspiration and sometimes it flow and at others is stopped moments flash by and love is all that is left in the end I enjoyed the style of this piece above the average i have read on this site enjoyed 10 ++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Shalom, such a great write👍👍👍