One , two and three,
Music and me...
Poets and bees,
Poetry, poetry.

Our art is rare,
We love with pain,
Poets are free,
Poetry, poetry.


Passion for the universe we say,
Love on the horizon, the same bay,
Poets in love you judge and see..
Poetry, poetry.



A new world with human hope,
We can love and we can cope.
We love the stones, the street,
Poetry, poetry.


Vic Alex