What can I do with my poems ? any idea .. how can thes be published .. ?
Close to my heart:
Ohh! My sorrows, so close to my heart.
Look for you, where though art?
Feel you around me, but cant lay a hand on,
Is it love? Never felt before we depart.
No more season to wait, all left so fast
Yet do I wait, with hope u come at last
Even clouds are sentient and ask not to burst
Can hear me, where ever though art, I do trust.