it is not a body it is not a face
it is not a voice check my pace
it is not a hobby it is need poetry
accept my heart soul echoes in poetry
accept my poetry or be gone from me
accept let me write or leave me be
it is not a body it is not a face
it is not a voice check my pulse pace...
it is not a hobby it is writ need poetry
accept my heart soul echoes in poetry...
accept my poetry or be gone from me
accept my need to write is breathe in me...
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem