Me

my language

l speak with poems
With the help of size, rhythm, rhyme.
My poetic language is native,
I speak half a century on it.

I don’t know how to speak differently
From the heart, for I pronounce the words.
Every syllable has meaning
The poet's language is angelic!

I don’t know how to say prose,
Born to write in poetic form.
My life is a poem,
Without the speech of a poetic dumb.

Without a poetic speech, speechless
Without speech, poetic burry.
Poetry is my native language
I speak with poems.