Poetry
What is it, Poetry, to me ?
It's like a cloud...
It flies above my head, in sky,
To touch the stars.
And while I am standing,
On the land, and singing loud,
My words are traveling:
From Venus to the Mars...
What is it, Poetry, to me ?
It's sunshine morning...
It clears my spirit and my soul,
Like a stream.
One day - it's warm, another day, -
It's windy, storming.
Today - it's real,
And tomorrow - just a dream...
What can I do without Poetry ?
No doubts...
I won't make another step
And have my way.
It's in my heart, it's in my head,
It's in the clouds.
Without Poetry
There is no other day...
January 2008