30 August 2012
I speak the tongue of poetry, Of stories yet untold, A speech that I won't ever lose, I'll have until I'm old.
I speak in rhyme and stanzas, I spread word through the tale, I understand the power of words: Hurricane-force or gale.
My mouth converts words by itself, Inspired by everything, Even when I sleep, it's there: My mind begins to sing.
Addicted to the written word, With paper, pen and mind: Writing up my poetry, Is my way to unwind.
Addicted To Poetry. • Opuss № I