I am smoking the herb outside drinking wine.
Standing i feel the breeze that's when my talent shine.
I reach for my put down and start to rhyme.
Even if i am mad at the world i start to feel just fine.
I feel a rush i love to write.
It feeds my soul gives me a lift.
All the feeling start boiling from inside.
My head full of thoughts it's really a gift.
I start writing with magic i dont hesitate.
I strive in my world my instincts i trust
I don't stop till i feel my desire is complete&straight.
If i don't, i feel lost in the air just like dust.
Everything lights up in my brain its a creation.
My words are like diamonds will last forever&it's a passion.
It's very daring yet shy it's a temptation.
Maybe its my way of releasing my frustration.
Anthony, you've accomplished making this rhythmic..but you detail very well your gift of writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one is really lovely! ! ! Wonderful indeed! God bless you! -Pink Butterfly-