20 December 2012
I don't think in music. I don't think in lines. I don't think in canvases.
No. I think in rhymes.
I don't speak in eloquence. I don't speak in prose. I don't speak in coloured tongue.
No, it's rhyme: I chose.
I don't laugh with use of tongue. I don't laugh with voice. I don't laugh with just my mouth.
With rhyme, I made my choice.
I don't think without the rhyme. I don't sleep in hush. I can't go about my day, Without its gentle push.
Living In Rhymes. • Opuss № I