I am writing again today
And it's a morning when words flow seductively
and stick to the pages like honey
I'm not trying so hard to choose a phrase
to please another poet
I am writing today for the poet of my heart
The critic who sleeps within
beautiful and very well said for so few words. Its just that.. when I want to type something and I have so much on my hearth I can not even get any words on the paper because there is so much beauty and uglyness in the world that words are not enougf :)
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dear helene, i particularly like this line And it's a morning when words flow seductively