A new poem was born
Sometime, a complex struggle
Words, intractable, disobedient
harnessing them seems impossible!
Sometime, how easy it comes
Words docile, bright and dreamy
One by one, arrives and perches in mind
I and words, both in victory!
Anyway, I, the words juggler, compose them all
First toss them up, then catch, then write
I creep under their skins, and make love
A poem blooms in my mind, in my heart.
aurora, announces another grant of sun
A new poem, a new generosity of words
But no enough to compose, I learn, from sun
From words, to leave in it a portion of my soul!
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