I wrote a letter
- Or two –
Some about this
That
And you.
A rhyme
A riddle
Give thumbs a-twiddle
Write a little more
Got plenty words
in store
For this
That
And you
A song
A ditty
An “Oh! How witty! ”
Little words
Meaning naught
For we’re taught
To always be polite.
But at night
In the dark mind
When polite does
NOT
Exist…
that is when I write
Unwritten
Poetry…
For this
That
And you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unusual, catchy, different, refreshing. Great piece, Sophia. Love, Fran xx