My Verses
My verses smell
reality when
the truth of life
calls me ....
My verses taste
of hope, which is
my raw material ...
My verses occasionally
do not enchant, it is because
I haven't wet them with
enough inspiration ...
And not by carelessness or
ill will, is that at
I lack this one
supply....
But my verses,
I'm sure not
suffer from lack of joy ...
I do them
in harmony, with
the hours that higher
thrill me ...!
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