I am...(1TGBTR 1)
I am in love with papers, envelops and pens,
Just because they make me the person I am.
Not the spoken words I enjoy to tell,
But the written ones which I am.
Dreams they seem so real
And I dream awake,
Wandering between words
That I am and I create.
I can see the souls of so many faces,
And I read the feelings trapped in unknown places.
I'm letting the wind to bring me the stories
of who I was inside their memories.
I live by the smells, the sounds, and the flavors,
the touches and images
Which they are making my nature.
But I am more than this real beliefs,
Because I create them with the simplest things.
Because I love papers, envelops and pens,
And they make me feel the person I am...
This ink is what makes me right now to think...
I was born a writer because I am in all things.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryTwo souls, two stories, always moving, always there. A story told by the life that poetry offers.