I don’t write poems,

I drink them like wine,

I become tipsy

with each coming line.

 

I don’t write poems,

I breathe them like air,

I become so happy

when each one I share.

 

I don’t write poems,

I live with them;

they prolong my years,

they are as true as I am.

 

I don’t write poems,

I weave into verses

sadness, joy, tears,

prayers, love, curses…

 

My poems talk and sing,

Sense of living they bring.

 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

26^th of April, 2012