Skönhet är ett mönster...

A poem, from the depths of a brimful mind, containing thoughts and perhaps too much thinking from time to time...



I am a poet,
and I am not ashamed to be,
thus I am a writer,
and it means a lot to me.

A world of words I make,
painting it with a loving hand,
a feeling of trust I shape,
traveling to a distant land.

Hours and days I spend,
what other use of time have I?
Heroes of ancient lore,
they pass as truth, yet are a lie.

My hand is a hammer,
I forge the rules of Life,
this world of only make-believe,
I carve it with a knife.

I am a poet,
making words come true,
and I am writer,
thus I leave it freely for you.