If It Wasn't For Poetry
If it wasn't for poetry,
where would my creativity play?
My ideas would curl up and die a slow death,
my mind would melt away.
The blue ink blood in my veins,
would turn back to a bright red.
If it wasn't for poetry,
why would I want to live?
Life and love is poetry,
bringing fun to my readers is my goal.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2023
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