11 December 2012
Lying under the bed sheets, Looking for a rhyme. I never pre-plan my poems - They come to me at random times.
So when you come across, My works, just do remember, That the words on the paper aren't forced, Through a full mind dismember.
Each poem, each line, each word, each letter, Comes straight from deep in me. Each letter, each word, each line, each poem, Is unleashed to paper, wild and free.
Words • Opuss № I