She calls herself a poetess.
Everything around her flows
like the verses of her poems,
So poetic!
She looks for words everywhere,
Under the table
Between the pages of a book
Behind the tree
In the sky
and in her soul...
Her heart is an ocean of feelings.
Someimes she drowns in them,
But sometimes I find her
playing with the most dangerous tides.
She writes on the pages
like rain from sky.
Moments breathe alive in her poems.
And with each passing day
poetry becomes an indelible part of her.