Understanding My Inner Verses
My verses smell
reality when
the truth of life
calls me.
My verses taste hope,
which is
my raw material...
my verses unwittingly
don't delight, it's because
I did not have them wet with
enough inspiration...
And not carelessly or
ill will, is that occasionally
I miss this
supply....
But my verses,
I'm sure has not
lack of joy... I do them
in harmony, with
the hours that mostly
move me...!
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