. my poetry
How to say
How to define it
She's not classic
She's not academic
she would be rather telluric
She would also be magnetic
A flood of magmatic writing
Or a chaotic flow of words
From the center..my Univers
Of my imaginary worlds
Twirling from my inkwell
From the tip of a steel point
Of a page still blank
To polish with an angel's feather
Sweet and tender words
Or on the contrary burning
embers, flames
Born of passions
Of a man's life
Of flesh, blood
And heart
©berry
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