Maybe, I write too much
And think, too little
Maybe,I waste my time
But I don't belittle,
Or try to harm
In any way,
With what I say,
It's just that Poetry
Is my deep passion,
In a very special say,
I write to live
And I live to write,
I suppose that Love
Has always been that way.
Wonderfully expressed Sandra. In you love is an expression of your being.++10 Robert
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I would like to translate this poem
Your pencil on fire your witty girl, those word as gas on paper, you make smoke swirl!