Sometimes I wonder how to stop?
I’m writing even in my sleep…
I feel, with every single drop
Of ink my heart is sinking deep
Into the sea of poetry.
I’m guessing, like this I was born
For growing rhymes, as leaves a tree,
To paint, imagine, shape, and form.
2.04.2018
Poeta
© Copyright: Анна Грудинина Ли, 2018
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