Poetry is like a rose,
She is the flower of the soul.
And a secret patron,
Your invisible feelings.
Poetry is like the sea,
Raging and boiling.
And about many secrets,
He's telling you.
Poetry is like the wind,
Dashing and single.
And like a zealous horse, It
drags you along.
Poetry is like rain,
Cheering outside the window.
Drops drops of tears in the night,
And whispers softly, look.
Poetry is like thunder,
Rolling and hollow.
Poetry is like a thunderstorm,
Bright and playful always.
Poetry as love,
It is sometimes difficult to understand.
But it's nice to read it,
And learn the depths of the soul.
21.03.2021.
Стих Поэзия на английском.