In Poetry

I loved the fight, in poetry first
The freedom word by word, in poetry
Line by line I loved to live
So I loved anger and bliss...
Your bright days,
My optimistic friends,
All, all in poetry.
Whatever I've lost...
Everything I've found, in poetry.
Is it our love only,
That precedes rhyme,
There's also exile,
And imprisonment as well.

Last updated July 10, 2011