Fernanda F. Rocha
Some poets are philosophers
Some poets are philosophers
others, simply dreamers
there are also the poets who are artists
they work their verses
as if they are carving a sculpture
But I am not a poet
I only let my pen flow as I feel
Without thinking, like breathing
Like a primitive being
That sees the daily sun being born
As if it was for the first time
I don't see mystery in the poetry
She springs from the soul as a river
Made of pure moments
In this imperfect world
And I enjoy her beauty
Leaving my senses
To feel her inner life
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