My Sanity and Insanity
Another Notebook (My Poetry)
Another notebook comes to a close,
How many more? God only knows.
I'll write as long as I live, I suppose,
As long as I think, and my pen's ink flows.
The words and thoughts still come to me,
I think and write so fluently,
I hope that I will always be,
Able, through writing, to express me.
I write my words to communicate,
I write of love, joy and hate,
Each notebook, each page, an untouched clean slate,
On which my thoughts, I clearly state.
Each page of my notebooks is dear to me,
And only a few are privileged to see,
My sanity and insanity,
My words, my thoughts... my poetry.
How many more? God only knows.
I'll write as long as I live, I suppose,
As long as I think, and my pen's ink flows.
The words and thoughts still come to me,
I think and write so fluently,
I hope that I will always be,
Able, through writing, to express me.
I write my words to communicate,
I write of love, joy and hate,
Each notebook, each page, an untouched clean slate,
On which my thoughts, I clearly state.
Each page of my notebooks is dear to me,
And only a few are privileged to see,
My sanity and insanity,
My words, my thoughts... my poetry.
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Another Notebook (My Poetry)
Another Notebook (My Poetry)
