Hidden Poets

Poets are hidden, like us.

Dawn arrives,

And we're still awake

Together with our pen friend

Let's scribbling sheets and sheets ...

Our compositions speak of love

Of life, the world, hope and faith

At headquarters and in the measure

The beat of our hearts

No one knows

What is happening in our thoughts

Not where it comes from so much inspiration

The midnight rain

The joy, friendship, companionship.

The pain of a friend

Or a lost love

Reasons to write in silence ...

Silent type ...

We do not need to scream to the world

A true poet always knows

The right time to talk

Mysteriously, go typing.

Learn to win or lose

It depends on us alone

Perhaps you read, do not understand.

Perhaps never be able to understand.

But in every corner of the world.

Is there anyone so ...

The scribble on their leaves

Over his long or short

Thoughts, restless and alive.

A hidden poet.

But we understand ourselves

Because both are

Hidden poets.