Everything in nature calls me
And something inside me answers the call
I write with pens that seem to organize me
And I have become hollow about my condition
I draw white birds hoping to amuse me
And they run away from me as if I found a way to harm
And smiling flowers in bright red colors
Snatch even a yellow smile from my lips
The sand falls from my hand and tells me
That the heat has inflamed the hearts of poets
Oh days, tell me about the times of meeting
I renew with my friend the vows of survival
My soul needs that relaxation
So how long, how long will my heart bear these feelings?
About the Creator
Kisama Riyo
I have always been interested in poetry and essay, especially rhyme style, so I decided to post my essay here and see if I have any talent in poetry or not.
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You are very creative in portraying emotions.