the poem

Hold the thought

In the beauty of the poem

They say it is not worthy to write

That's how the song dies

It's flown along the days

my beauty

my energy

and the lightness

but the poem

Oh, the poem!

all along

the poem has survived

somewhere inside

The young days have passed

the wounds have made us strong

- and there is more to come

I see

right in front of me

love, passion, pain

nonetheless

I say

this is what I am here for.