Aspa Papakonstantinou

As A Poet I Am

Like this I pass my time
as a poet I am
I pass my thought
with words inside them
in the silence I talk
and I fly to the top
when I have a tear
I see the sun near
the clouds and the rain
everything in my pain
and my words
are the company
inside my thoughts
are my flowers I pick
one after the other
as I make a boucket
of roses rather
to give to each one
and really sea the sun
and really see me
since I am a poet thee