Monday, August 21, 2006

The Ambiguous Lady

Poetry flows from me
it spills over and fills sheets of paper
my fountain pen draws flights of ink
I think I am poetry
I could not, I don´t want to avoid saying hello
to the Ambiguous Lady
and it grows & grows a special kind of art, my poems
that aren´t poems for anybody
except for myself
because it is mine, because I am poetry


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